Chapter 4For the most part, Devante shoved it aside.
Without Michael directly in front of him, smiling so widely and smelling so good, it was easy to downplay the effect the man had had on him. Michael was, after all, a professional athlete; he had to be in great shape for his work, and charming to win over the judges and the audience. No doubt he’d just had it turned up for his first meeting with The Friend Group, and Devante had just gotten caught in the crossfire, so to speak. It had been a fluke.
Devante had a three-hour shift at the Brighton Public Library on Monday, which he spent shelving the books that had come in over the weekend and unjamming the printer for a group of teens who seemed to be printing an entire novel’s worth of Naruto fanfiction. If they’d asked, Devante could h
