“Stop looking at it,” Amber said. “I’m serious. I sure don’t want to see it. Close the tab.”
Rafi scrubbed a hand through his hair and took one last look at the TMZ article. “Rafi and Julian EXPLOSIVE PUBLIC SHOWDOWN!” screamed the headline, plastered over a photo of them from the beach, split down the middle as if torn. He’d already read the article three times, but certain phrases still jumped out at him—”half-naked and shouting,” “Gault’s first gay relationship,” “silence from both parties’ social media,” “yet another failed relationship for Rafael Reyes.” At the bottom were a handful of photos labeled Happier Times—he and Julian walking the red carpet together at the Constellation Gala, holding hands at the Gunpowder premiere, kissing on the set of Freaks.
Amber turned Rafi’s laptop
