Dear God, I said, dodging a pair of zombie cheerleaders to cross the busy pathway to the Hunkiest table, staring down at the assortment of pink, white, and pale blue panties, Ethan’s green eyes staring out from the front triangle.
Chloe Neill
Dear God, I said, dodging a pair of zombie cheerleaders to cross the busy pathway to the Hunkiest table, staring down at the assortment of pink, white, and pale blue panties, Ethan’s green eyes staring out from the front triangle.