“You look like you’re going to prom. All you need is one of those cheesy boutonnieres. Maybe your date will give you one.” He steps past me, chuckling. I roll my eyes. “She’s not my date. We’re going as friends, and that’s it. Technically, you’re my date tonight.” Hunter snorts. “Don’t expect me to put out now. I have standards.” I groan. “I’m already regretting this whole disaster.”
