Lyric bit his lip as the words settled into his brain, and before Roland could answer, he did. He latched onto his arm, the leather cool against his skin. “Yes, we are. How kind of you to ask.”
This could work. If Fern thought Lyric was no longer single, would he leave him alone?
Fern raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the two of them. “How did you two meet?”
“A mutual friend, you’ll have seen her, the girl with red eyes and the hair,” Roland replied, placing his free hand over Lyric’s clinging to his arm. Oh, thank f**k, Roland was going along with it.
“Where?”
“School roof,” they said in sync. Lyric giggled as he looked up at Roland, who smiled at him.
Fern made a noise at the back of his throat and walked into the living room, to which Roland scowle
