Chapter 3
Three Months Later
“Oooh... that skirt looks great on you,” Tiffany says as I twirl in front of the mirror at the department store. I pause, smoothing my hand over the mini-skirt that clings to my hips like a glove.
“You think?” I ask.
“I know.” She gets up and walks to nearby rack, pulling a top and taking it to me. “This will go perfect with the skirt.”
I stare at the crop top as a memory flashes across my mind; me and Sawyer on the stairs at home, his hand brushing my bare stomach before he leans in and steals a kiss. Giving the blouse a dark glare like it’s my mortal enemy, I chuck it back at Tiffany. “No. We’re in New York, remember? It’s still cold outside. I need sleeves, Tiff. Sleeves.”
Coming to New York in the winter is the craziest idea ever. But Tiffany’s birth
