“I think we should go with Nic’s pick,” Bodhi said softly, with a small twitch of his lips. Oliver’s jaw dropped before he whipped his head around to face his boyfriend. “You traitor!” Oliver yelled out dramatically, clutching his chest, and I laughed despite myself. “Always a diva, Oli,” Nic sang out as she leaned forward and snagged the remote.
Tag team for the win. These three are perfect!
