Bernette Eisele

“pass. “The spare bathroom is at the top of the stairs. Did the two of you bring bags?” Simultaneously, Wes and I shook our heads. Natasha threw Henry a questioning glance. “All right, then. Henry can lend you something to wear.” Henry made to follow Wes inside, but Natasha stopped him with a hand on his arm. “Don’t think you’re getting off the hook for this, darling,” she said under her breath to him. I glanced away, feeling intrusive, as she went on. “You have a lot of explaining to do. You told me you were running an errand for work.” Henry shrugged and grinned. “I was,” he said. He kissed her cheek and headed inside. Natasha shook her head. “Men,” she said to me in a tone that suggested we were the best of”
― Alexandria Clarke, Her Last Tomorrow Boxset