The hoodie swallowed his top half and the sweatpants he was wearing were no better. They each had to be at least two sizes bigger than he was, but he looked like he was ready to curl up with a blanket and a story for bedtime. And I was officially going to kill Easton when I met him on ice the next time. I wasn’t going to give him a warning either. He’d planted the idea of littles in my head and now I was thinking about Trevor as a little. Easton deserved a friendly check into the boards.
