“Has he ever met a stranger?” Cory asks me once we’re out of his sports car and walking through the parking lot toward Carmelo’s.
He’s referring to Trevor, who is officially the worst pretend boyfriend ever. He keeps ditching me to hang with the players. He left me to catch a ride with Cory while he jumped into Kane’s giant truck.
“He’s really outgoing.” I give him a wane smile.
Cory leans in closer and the scent of his cologne fills my nostrils. What is it about a freshly showered man that gets me so hot? “I’m assuming he doesn’t know about us?”
Please tell me he didn’t ask me that. I don’t want to lie to the man, so I try to be discreet. “He knows how we met, but I didn’t give him all the details.”
It’s technically true. I didn’t give any details when Trevor asked how big Cory is. T
