“You can wear one of mine so you aren’t an embarrassment.” Jeremy’s gaze flicks down to the zipper bag on the hanger then back to mine. “Hurry up.” He takes a step back, insulted by the offer. There’s more room in this hotel room than in our dorm but he can’t escape me. “Excuse me? I’m not wearing your shit. This is fine.” He motions to the clothes on his body that are absolutely not fine.
