Maybe it was the heat. All day, Micah and I had been bickering. It started when he saw what I was wearing, which really wasn’t a big deal. Emphasis on “big.” My dress was short, and the top, which was two triangle cups, left the center of my chest and the sides of my breasts bare. Hey, it was over a hundred degrees outside!
Here’s the other thing: notice how I said “the center of my chest” and not “my cleavage”? Well, that’s because I don’t have any. All through high school