Quickly before I could turn around, Leigh's arm came over my shoulders, squeezing me into his sturdy, muscular physique, and his lips met my hair for a quick kiss.
In his free hand is a plate covered with a silver cloche.
"I made you something." His rich baritone voice whispered in my ear.
In his arm, he ushered me to the open air, where I embraced the awkwardness and prepared for Princeton Claire's smugness.
"Ava!" Julian grinned and began stuffing berries in his big mouth.
I return a polite smile at him, then situated myself on the free sofa, alongside Leigh, who's wearing a grey sleeveless shirt and black shorts.
"Good morning, guys." I flash a tight smile at the two classy girls.
Yes, tight.
After the epic theatre quality drama my mom pulled before the very eyes of my adv
