Gavin
Ready for tonight?
Me
You still haven't told me where we're going
Gavin
That's the fun part
It's a surprise
Me
I don't like surprises
Gavin
You'll like this one
Trust me
Wear something you can move in
I stare at the text. Something I can move in? What the fuck does that mean? Are we going to a gym? Rock climbing?
Why do I care what I wear? It's just tutoring.
But I'm already tossing aside my good jeans for older ones. The ripped ones that make my ass look?—
Stop it. Not relevant.
Me
That's concerningly vague
Gavin
Pick you up in 8
Eight minutes? I look at the destruction zone that used to be my bed. Three different shirts are twisted together like they're mating. My roommates are going to think I've lost it.
Because you have. Over a maybe straight guy… or maybe bi. Whatever, he thinks you're his gay Yoda.
The door swings open, and Leo pokes his head in. "Hey, have you seen my—" He stops, taking in the chaos. "Whoa. Did your closet explode?"
"I'm fine. Everything's fine."
"Uh-huh." He steps over a pile of jeans to grab his allergy meds from the desk we share. "Hot date?"
"Tutoring session."
Leo snorts. "Right. That's why you've got that blue shirt in your hands. The one you only wear when you're trying to impress someone."
I look down. Shit. He's right.
"Wear that one," he says, heading for the door. "Brings out your eyes."
