I softened the tiniest bit.
Suddenly, he shrugged out of his varsity jacket and held it out to me. “Will you wear this?” he asked. “Just for a few seconds or whatever?”
I didn’t mean to look at it so suspiciously, but my mind couldn’t help but race to see if there was a trap or a catch here. “Why?”
He shifted his weight from one leg to another, giving the jacket a small shake. “I wanna see how it looks.”
For once, I didn’t have a sassy comeback. I crossed my arms over my chest to barricade my insides, which had melted like butter. Peak softness reached. “Really?”
Deep inside my chest, my heart was beating as though it was trying to tear free of b*****e. With an embarrassingly giddy grin I took the jacket and slipped it on. I mean, it definitely couldn’t look any good on me—l ike a Chi
