Dutton’s POV

“Holy shit, Dutton,” Nathan exclaimed. “You look eighteen dressed like that.”

“Shut up, I do not,” I said, shooting him a look. Although I definitely did look older.

“Honestly, you look older than me,” Nathan chuckled.

“So, I take it this will do for tonight?” I asked.

“Definitely,” Nathan replied. “Oh, by the way, I talked to Morgan yesterday.”

“You did?” I questioned, trying not to look too excited.

“Yes, she invited us up to Paris on the weekend. She has a fashion show and she wants us to go,” Nathan advised.

“That would be so awesome,” I expressed. “I’ll book train tickets when we get home.”

“Dutton,...