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That explains the glowing Lucille’s sign Well, kinda “Sure”

As we cut through the living roohty-night, doggie After shutting the sliding glass door behind uy who doesn’t take part in any sports, he’s got an impressively lean taper to his back and waist, coht where his lower back htly low-hanging basketball shorts

Seriously This guy has one really cute ass

“Alright, so …” Toby holds the door open, lettingflipped on a lauess you saw already But I’ve got TV, and a coes a pair of shoes over to the ith his foot “… and an outlet if you need to, like, charge your phone or so” He bites his lip as he stares at his bed “Wasn’t expectin’ coht’ve cleaned up in here a bit better Sorry ‘bout that”

I co on the fan, Toby goes to the corner of his roo on a couple of makeshift hooks “Told you, you don’t need a shirt,” I say “Isn’t it hot as hell out here?”

Toby peers at me over his shoulder, his mouth open, yet he doesn’t speak at first “I … well …” He lets out a chuckle that’s half a scoff “Well, you’re wearing a—”

“Whatever” I shrug and kick back another swig of soda before I turn on the TV So is on I propback in the chair as I give Toby his space He seeard his clothes for tenof his throat, he pushes away, opting to stay shirtless, and drops down onto the bed, leaning back against the wall Subtly, I sneak a look at hihtly toned, and to his s a happy trail to the waistband of his shorts

Toby, unaware ofat him, keeps his eyes on the TV He crosses his ar his hands in his lap “So …” he starts to say, rethinks it, then goes on: “So I wanted to say, uh … I know about … about …”

Why is he so nervous? “About what?”

“About the three strikes from the principal”

I look back at the TV So a bunch of powdery stuff into a bowl “What’s your point?”

“I’m sorry that happened I knoas, like, Monday or … or whatever But I still feel bad you got in trouble on my behalf”

I shrug, fidgeting with uy been like that for a while? Messing with you? Being a little prick?”