*Ashley*
As Lucas grumbles his way to the car, I can’t help but roll my eyes, a small smile creeping onto my face. It’s almost adorable how he thinks he can get out of this. “You know, you’re not the first guy to complain about going to the dentist,” I tease, watching as he dramatically flops into the passenger seat, arms crossed over his chest like a sulking child.
“Yeah, well, I’m not just any guy,” he retorts, his tone half-hearted as he gazes out the window. “I have things to do. Important things.”
“Sure, because cracking a tooth is just one of those minor inconveniences,” I reply, starting the car. “Just think of it as an unexpected break. You might even come out of this experience with a better attitude.”
He snorts at that. “Right. Because being numbed up and drooling isn’t my i
