On the TV, four guys stand in the cold, surrounded by snow. One sneers, “You must be a real f**king idiot if you think we’d be okay with someone our age sleeping with our girlfriends’ seventeen-year-old little sister.” “She’s a model, man. We’ve spent nights at our friends’ flat—” The television blinks to black. Nikolai sets down the remote. “I hate that guy,” he says under his breath, referring to Julian, the show’s villain. My brows rise. “You watch Princesses of Philly?” It’s a guilty pleasure, only one season to keep rewatching.
squealing!!! 🥰🥰🥰
