Dylan's words caught me off guard. He never struck me as the kind of guy who paid attention to a girl's accessories—let alone her outfit. Of course, if she were wearing his favorite team's jersey, that'd be a different story.
Unless, of course, she was wearing peach lace panties…
God, what the hell was I thinking? I scolded myself for getting distracted at a time like this.
"Where did you see it?" I forced myself to focus.
"This morning. The basketball team," he answered flatly.
The basketball team?!
What was an orange crystal decoration doing anywhere near the basketball team? Had the guys suddenly developed a taste for flashy accessories? My brain conjured up an image of a lineup of buff basketball players, their jerseys sparkling with pink glitter.
Dylan ignored my stunned silenc
