Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic
“When do we need to leave?”
“Um, in about fifteen minutes,” August glanced at his watch.
But with one close look, Aiden immediately shook his head. “I don’t think your watch is right.”
“What?”
“Last I checked…” Aiden dug under the pillows to find his phone and held it up, “it’s eleven forty-five, not eleven fifteen.”
“Oh no,” August’s soul seemed to leave his body. “Oh no, no, no, no, no.”
“We’re not late, are we?” Aiden’s eyes went wide.
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