“You’re not going to turn Aaron.”
Luca rolled his head back on Tav’s shoulder. They were on Luca’s bed watching the TV on his chest of drawers, and Luca had adopted Tav’s favourite position the minute they’d settled: sprawled between Tav’s knees and using his chest as a pillow.
“What?”
“The play. You and Aaron. You’re not going to turn him.”
“Uh, duh. His girlfriend news to you?”
Tav snorted. “You can’t turn someone with one kiss.”
“You get too much water in your brain?”
“It’s just one kiss, right?”
“One proper one, yeah. You’re still thinking about that?”
Tav scrunched up his face. “It’s just…Aaron’s sister was flirting with you at the pool today.”
Luca groaned. The sound reverberated against Tav’s chest. “Awkward much? She’s, like, thirteen, that was weird.”
“Yeah but…that did
