“I feel the hem of my shirt rise up my stomach and Jason clears his throat from the booth directly across the bus from the couch I'm on. I lift my head, meeting Jason's intense, heat filled gaze after his eyes rake over me. The more I tell myself I can do this just friends shit, the more I know I am totally lying to myself. I grab the bottom of my shirt, tugging it down as fast as I can and sit up before either one of us has a chance to do anything stupid. I pull my knees up to my chest and ...start stuffing pretzels into my mouth, making myself look as unappealing as I possibly can. Jason chuckles but drops his head back to the notepad in front of him. I'm just about to ask him what he's working on when the door to the bus opens and Tuesday and Payton, Ironsound’s lawyer, climb the stairs. The look on their faces tells me they are livid but it’s nothing compared to Jason's when an older man steps up behind them. "Mr.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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