“Hand it over,” I held my hand out for his shirt. He begrudgingly slipped it off and placed it in my hands. “I might keep this,” I joked, holding it up to my chest. It could be a dress on me, but not having any clothes of my own besides the dress from Driana made it tempting to keep.
“It would look better on you anyway,” Jamie nodded in agreement. He had a serious expression, but his words were laced with humor. “Go ahead and try it on.”
“You’re just trying to see her t**s,” Alexi snorted.
“Shut up,” Darren pushed Alexi’s shoulder. “It might be our only chance.”
“She still has the eight ball,” Boyd looked from the table, then at me. “Not an easy shot. There’s still a chance.”
It’s not an easy shot, but there is no chance for him. I can get it.
I smiled, tossing his tank top over my
