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?”
“Who?”
“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.”
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