“I…” With a long exhale, I shrugged. “I’m sorry. I should have asked you. I just…it didn’t occur to me. Jenny’s not…I don’t see her like that. She’s just…so artistic, you know? And I couldn’t do it myself, and she said she’d help, and then they were throwing water on me, and it was really fucking cold, and it just didn’t seem…” He was still just staring at me as I rambled. I stopped and let out another long sigh. “Fuck, man, I’m sorry.” Tilting my head, I showed him my jaw. “Here…hit me. You’ll feel better. Come on.”

Evan started laughing, and I furrowed my brows, confused. “Dude, I’m not mad at you. If anyone could take that shot for you, it was Jenny. You made the right call.”

Shaking my head, I tried to understand. “If that didn’t bother you, then why…?”

His eyes narrowed. “You made her delete them all? She was really proud of those shots, and you didn’t let her keep one? Really? It might have been your body, but it was her work, so she kind of owned it too. You should have let her keep some to put in her portfolio.”

My jaw dropped as I stared at him. “I’m…sorry?”

With a grin, he shook his head. Then he punched me in the arm. “I can’t believe you asked my girlfriend to take a nude photo of you. Asshole.”

Seeing that he was more amused than upset, I laughed and rubbed my shoulder. “I wasn’t nude, I swear.”

He laughed too as he relaxed in his seat. “Yeah, I know.” Twisting his head to me, he raised an eyebrow. “You’d be dead if you’d been nude.” He laughed after he said it, shaking his head. “Asshole,” he murmured again.

“Sorry,” I repeated, still laughing.

Guess he was a smidge mad at me. Matt might be too, if Rachel had mentioned her part in the photography session. Damn. Guess I owed him an apology as well. And I should probably say something to Griffin for overreacting this morning. Look at me, offending people left and right. But through the sea of sorrys that I needed to make, there was one apology that was sticking out way more than the others.

Inhaling a deep breath, I pulled out my phone again…and called Denny.

It took a while for him to pick up, and when he did…he sounded half-dead. “Yeah?”

I instantly cringed. “Oh fuck…it’s super early again, isn’t it?”

“Hey, Kellan…yeah, it’s pretty early.”

“Sorry. I just…I needed to apologize for what I said…when I was wasted last night. You know, about…” Don’t make me spell it out, please.