Trevor’s POV

“You know this could’ve waited till tomorrow, right?” Kevin looks over his shoulder to where I’m walking behind him into the garage in his house which looks more like a workspace instead.

“It couldn’t,” I say lazily, dipping both hands into the pockets of my sweatpants. Kevin has on something similar, only that his toned upper body is shirtless.

Didn’t take him for a workout guy, but his physique is pretty impressive. The broken nose he gave me the day we sparred in the school gym has long healed, but it now explains why he had such a mean hit.

When Kevin told me over the phone that...