“And it takes thirty minutes to shower, and another thirty to get to the airport, plus—”
“Peach, we aren’t f*****g for an hour,” he cuts in. “I know I last ridiculously long, but this morning isn’t one of those times.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re unbelievable. We should probably be thinking about how to make it back to Boston without your evil dad pulling something on us,” I add, shaking my head.
He chuckles. “You’re really that paranoid about him, huh?” He crawls a little closer on the bed, mimicking some over-the-top horror movie moves. “Think he’s gonna grab us and throw us in a van?” I really want to smack him. “Or inject a lethal poison in our veins and—”
“Shut up.” I glare at him. “How can you even joke about something like that?”
He grins. “Hey, I do know some survival tips or resc
