Movement caught my eye. Tram walked toward me, scooping back the hood that covered his head so his curls could turn in the wind. I scolded my heart when it did a little flip, but it was hard to deny his hotness.

"I was here earlier. Where were you?" I asked.

"I didn't know you were here," he said as he came closer.

Did he ever change his clothes, or did he have thousands of brown pants and green hooded sweatshirts? His clothes never looked dirty, even though ...