Evan slung his arm over my shoulder. “That’s my mom and dad,” he pointed to a couple approaching us as families trickled onto the field. “Mom! Get a picture of me and she-wolf?”
“Sure, sure,” the strawberry blonde lady said, digging in her purse. “Aha! Here it is. I’m Elaine, Evan’s mom,” she announced to us. “Now smile!”
I smiled but just before the flash went off Evan kissed my cheek. I gasped in surprise, probably making the funniest face known to man.
Evan snatched the camera from his mom and laughed. “That is totally going to be my facebook profile pic. Take a look she-wolf.”
He turned the camera so I could see the image on the screen.
Oh, God.
I narrowed my eyes and pointed a finger at Evan. “You better promise me that, that picture never sees the light of day.”
“Well, technically it’s already seen the light of day, seeing as it’s the morning and all.”
“Evan, you know what I mean.”
“Fine,” he lowered his head, “I won’t post it on facebook.”
“Or twitter, instagram, or any other picture sharing site. Got it? Maybe you should just delete it now?”
“Nah,” Evan grinned. “I’m keeping this forever and ever as proof that I kissed the she-wolf.
