Hunter's POV

I made my way out of the house and into the car, feeling a little bit weary. I didn't sleep well the night before. The thought that Basil might be straight took away sleep from my eyes, and I spent the night praying to every god I knew; Shivu, Venus, Zeus, Odin, The Sun god, that Basil should be gay, or at least bisexual.

I had wanted to ask Hazel but decided against it on a second thought.

I looked at myself in the rear mirror, the V-neck shirt I was wearing extended ...