Zade Collins:
Okay… this was bad. No. This was weird. Really, really weird.
I stood there, still crouched awkwardly behind the low hedge, one hand trying to cover my legs and y underwear, the other holding onto what little dignity I had left. Because, yeah—I had no pants on. And Blake West, my childhood best friend and my cousin was just… standing there, staring at me like I'd grown two heads.
I cleared my throat. And immediately regretted it. Blake blinked at me, wide-eyed, then had the audacity to tilt his head, all confused, like he was the victim here. "What?" he said softly, frowning. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
I squinted, pressing my palm more firmly against my thigh. "Uh… why am I looking at you like that? Blake. Buddy. You wanna explain why I woke up without my pants?"
