Love and Its Lies

Thirty Three

“You should really lock your door, Danny,” John said with a smirk as he stood there, in his typical pressed suit, and made-up hair, looking as if he hadn’t just been confined in a police station. The only thing that made him look a bit roughed up was the scar forming on the side of his head—from when Aly had hit him with a pancake maker—but it was barely noticeable with his hair.

He walked towards Aly and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. “Nice to see you, Aly,” he said, looking at her from head to toe and making her blush even more. “You look well.”

“There’s this thing called knocking,” Danny sternly interjected. “Are you the package we were supposed to wait for?”

“Don’t be so jealous, Danny, you look great as well,” John teased, ruffling Danny’s already-messy hair, much to the journ