“Show me the security camera feed.” He looks at me with humour dancing in his eyes as he opens the security app on his phone. I screenshot the main feed of the six different camera angles and hit share with text. “Really?” I ask, voice cold as ice. “What?” He chuckles at the back of his throat. “I’m saved as Lame in your phone.” “A happy accident.” “You’re the worst,” I mumble, hitting send on the photo. “Why do I feel like I’m giving you all the secret make-out spots?” “Because you are.”
