I roll my eyes before returning to chewing and watching Rhys move around the kitchen like a scene from my favorite comfort movie. He plays with a frother for a moment and my eyes alight at his concentrated face, wishing I had my phone to take a picture of it. “Are you two dating now?” Freddy asks, whining like a kid when Rhys reprimands him again. I swallow every hesitation; every moment I’ve doubted because I know Rhys wants more. And, for the first time, I do too. “Yeah,” I say, trying to ignore the pinch of discomfort when they both go silent. “I’m his girlfriend.”
