“Are you two dating now?” Freddy asks. He whines 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.”
FUCK YEAH BOYSSSSS
