He said he would take us home. The problem was, I was only wearing a sheet, and Ava was just in her bikini and cowboy hat, having left her clothes at the party.
We would not be able to get past the dorm monitor. Cane said we could go back to his place, and he could give us some sweats to put on. We readily agreed.
On the drive to his apartment, he told us about his job as a trainer and his fight record. He told us he used to go to UT, and got invited to a lot of the parties. His forearms looked like they were made of iron, and I couldn’t help but lightly touch one.
“You must work out a lot…” I murmured.
He took us up to his apartment. He asked if I wanted to call the police. I didn’t, I just wanted to forget about what happened. By now, I was mostly mad that they destroyed my $120 bik
