I swallowed hard and closed my eyes when I realized he was about to kiss me.
“Easton!” a guy shouted while running toward us from the underground arena. “Man, why’d you run out like that? You left your stuff and the money in there.”
“Trevor,” Easton muttered while stepping away from me. “As timely as ever.”
“Did I interrupt something?” the skinny guy murmured while handing Easton a black shirt and a jacket of the same color.
“No,” Easton answered while putting the shirt on.
Trevor was tall, though not taller than Easton. He had pale skin, brown hair, and wore glasses that looked way too big for his thin face. When his dark eyes landed on me, he smiled and wiped his hand on his shirt before offering it to me.
“My name is Trevor Frost. I’m seventeen years old, one meter seventy-nine, a
