Oh! My! God!
In my shock, I jerked my hand back, and the lacy underwear went flying, landing in a pathetic heap on Dylan's floor.
What the hell?
I stared at it, my brain scrambling for an explanation. What was going on? Why was there a pair of women's underwear in Dylan's pocket?
I instinctively glanced around, making sure I was alone, then looked back at the offending item.
Dylan had been with me almost the entire day. Did he really squeeze in time for… this?
I was floored—not just by the fact that he'd hooked up with someone, but also by his insane time management skills.
I tried to stay rational, but my thoughts were spiraling. The scene in the nurse's office flashed through my mind. Had Dylan met up with that girl with the very perky chest after school? Had they thrown themselve
