As I started the next episode of The Carrie Diaries on Netflix, a knock came on my bedroom door. "Busy!" I called out. My door pushed open, and Collin was standing there, a smirk on his face. "This is what you call busy?" He was wearing a pair of khaki pants and a red button-up flannel, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms. I let out a laugh, pulling a pillow over my face. "Go away." He climbed into bed next to me, nuzzling his face into my neck. "I'm taking you out." "I'm in my pajamas." "Well then I'm either taking you out in your pajamas or you better put something on. Either way is fine by me." "Where are we going?" "It's a surprise." I glanced up at him, and he was just smiling at me, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I hate you." "Hurry up my love." "Will I like it?"
