Trevor motioned toward the front of the car. “Get in. We’ve been lucky. I don’t think anyone noticed us yet.” Conversation was nonexistent until he pulled out of the lot and into the flow of traffic, where he finally pushed the hood of his sweatshirt back and shook his head, letting his thick, wavy crew cut fall back into place. “Sorry, tried to go under the radar. Maz let me borrow his sweats. I kinda feel like I’m playing dress-up.” And that hadn’t helped my mind get out of the gutter. Just how hard could I check Easton? And did I need to wait weeks to do so? The asshole, best friend or not,
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