Casey decided to throw a party since his folks were out of town.
I didn’t want to go, really, but it was probably better than staying in close proximity with Phil, especially since I couldn’t touch him and, arguably, that’s all I’d been thinking about lately.
Touching him.
It’s been a whole week since the whole touching fiasco.
We haven’t talked about it since and I don’t plan on bringing it up again.
“Yo.” Trey grinned at me.
“Well look at who finally left the house,” Mac said.
“You mean his cave,” Casey mocked.
Yeah, yeah. I rolled my eyes at the trio, glancing around the house. “Where is everybody?”
Trey snorted loudly.
“It’s still early,” Casey snapped.
“You’re gonna hurt Casey’s feelings, bro,” Mac chuckled.
“Just tell them
