Camila has her fingers to her smile, watching them like me. John’s hand falls to Timo’s waist, and he takes another step towards the bar, Timo’s chest pressing against the counter’s lip and John’s pelvis up against Timo’s ass. Okay, I’ve never seen Timo so flushed. John whispers in his ear, and there’s no way I can make out the words from the pop song and spray of water.
