“Is everything okay?” Chris’s voice came through the haze.
Flustered, I turned to him, our faces barely inches away from each other.
I blushed slightly, leaning back.
“It’s nothing, just lost in thought.”
Thought or thinking about someone else.
Right.
Grayson.
I turned, but he wasn’t there; gone with the wind, almost like I imagined him.
But I didn’t.
I could swear I didn’t.
Right?
“Alright, let’s go!” he said and clicked on the speaker, music filling the confines of the car as he drove.
My gaze shifted down and it was then I remembered I was still wearing my dancing fit. “But wait, I can’t go on a date looking like this.” I gestured to myself.
He chuckled, meeting my gaze shortly before facing the road again.
“I know. That’s why we’re stopping by a boutique on our way there.
