“One more thing.” Caleb whistles, clear and sharp. It takes me a moment longer to spot Theo and Liam, who detach themselves from a group and come down to the ground. “Yo.” Liam grins at us. “You two a thing now?” “Yes,” Caleb clips out. I stare at him, leaning away. “What?” “I don’t really care to hear your protests right now. And that means one thing.” He points at Theo. “You. Don’t you fucking touch her.” Theo salutes Caleb. “Yes, sir.”
