I couldn’t decide what to wear to the party and was making myself crazy. Everything I owned I’d tossed onto Jeff’s bed. I wanted to look good because, well, this was going to be the first time I went to a get-together and people would know I was out. I wanted to feel confident. Even though I hadn’t told anyone other than Jeff—and clearly Jon knew—I wouldn’t deny it anymore. If Jon flirted with me, I’d flirt back.
Jon was cute and clearly interested. Plus, I needed to get over my crush on Jeff before I ended up getting hurt.
“s**t, just pick something, Aaron,” Jeff exclaimed as he entered the room after taking a shower and dressing.
I glared at him. He obviously didn’t know this night’s importance for me.
He picked up my stonewashed skinny jeans. “Wear these. They fit you nice. And the
