“No, you shouldn’t.” I finally peel my hand off of him. “He’s not worth getting kicked out.” “It would absolutely be worth it.” He finally faces me and slowly takes me in. A slow perusal that starts at my lips and scans my basic white tank and Levi cut-off jean shorts then finally settles on the Jordans on my feet. “Nice shoes.” His lips quirk up into a smile. All traces of the anger radiating off him a second ago are gone.
