Chapter 5
My face heats up. I look at the floor, thinking it’d be safe, but as I glance down, I see the bulge at my crotch accentuated by the baggy sweats I slept in. Now I’m really blushing, I’m red and flushed, my body responding to his closeness. He can look down, follow my gaze, and see exactly what he’s doing to me.
Into my field of vision, he sticks out a hand for me to shake. “I’m Travis.”
“Jason,” I whisper, my normally deep voice suddenly gone, leaving behind a tiny squeak I hate. Clearing my throat, I take his hand and try again. “Jason Mizzoli. Do you work here?”
Talk about witty pick-up lines. I want to smack myself.
With a grin, he leans against the buffet table and props his hands on his hips. “Yeah. I started after graduation.”