He pushed against my hip with his palm, and his thumb lingered briefly over the waistband of my jeans. I should have put on a belt. He was wearing a belt. Wasn’t that fashion etiquette? Belt and shoes must match. I’d pulled on my boots—which I dug out of a box in the back of my closet thanks to Landon—but I’d skipped the belt. I should look nicer. Especially out with Landon.
Fellas, is it gay to dress up for you best friend?
