“The Bambrillas went last-minute on the trip. Carms posted a photo of them on a boat—” He cringes. “They kind of look together.” I scoff and shrug all at once. “Well, they’re not. ” “Fuck, that’s shit timing.” Henry grimaces. “Yeah, but it’s not true.” I tell them, the back of my neck getting hot. “How do you know?” Taura asks unhelpfully. “Because it’s fucking not,” I growl. I hope.
i love that he's getting defensive
