At least… he was glad. Until Ainsley had the chance to really come at him, that is.
“Way to throw me under the bus there, you assh*le,” Ainsley said past a broad smile, her voice only loud enough to be heard by the guy standing next to her. Their parents were around two meters away at the moment, busy getting into position in front of the park’s grand central fountain so Ainsley could take pictures of them. “What would I have done if your mom got the wrong idea?”
“Wrong idea about what?” Seb answered, staring straight ahead at their older companions while his hands were tucked inside his jeans' front pockets.
“What else?” Ainsley asked back. She was still holding on to her “nothing is wrong” smile for dear life while gesturing for the couple by the fountain to make adjustments to their
