Shelly’s POV
I sat on the cold metal bench, its chill seeping through my jeans, and let out a heavy sigh. Well, this is definitely not how I thought Sebastian and my day would have ended.
Guess where we are currently, and believe it or not, we're going to spend the night here. What a damn joy. I glanced over at Sebastian, who was trying to make himself comfortable against the barren cell wall.
“If you can't tell by my tone, I’m totally joking,” I drawled, shooting him a sarcastic look. “Because it’s not like we scored a stay at some five-star resort or even a motel with questionable Wi-Fi. We're in the Australian jail, of all places.”
Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, look on the bright side, Shell, we’re not alone in this mess. At least we have each other,” he said, playfu
