There wasn’t really any point in being shy around him anymore. The thoughts I was having alone were enough to start a bonfire.
“Yeah, she probably left my bra and underwear right there on the threshold of our house. That should stir up some gossip. Get ready.”
He didn’t speak for a minute and self-awareness set in. Maybe I’d gone too far.
“That’s actually nothing. One time I changed halfway up an oak tree. My boxers were strung from a tree branch the next morning. Guess who found them?”
“Hawke. I think we were about fifteen. But thankfully he was still reeling from Tarrow’s Speedo incident the day before so he didn’t give me too much shit.”
I could’ve listened to him all night. But I had to hear this story. “Hey, can you give me the clothes? I’m freezing in here.”