“Yeah, no, that one was all you, jerkface. You shoulda known better.” “Trust me, I know. I already got an earful from both Demi and Summer. Friends’ girlfriends,” he clarifies when he notices my blank look. “You talked to your friends’ girlfriends about our fight?” For some reason, I’m oddly touched. “Yeah.” He shrugs adorably. “Needed someone to tell me where I fucked up. Apparently the clothing critique was a crime against your womanhood.”
