I can’t help it. I burst out laughing. Asher’s looking at me like he’s asking what the fuck I’m doing, and Dad seems concerned for my sanity. But honestly, screw this. Me having a boyfriend shouldn’t stop time. I loop my arm around Asher’s waist and tug him to me before smacking a kiss against his cheek. “Dad, you’ve met my boyfriend, right?” “This is how my life ends,” Asher mutters, which only makes me laugh more.
