The ’rents went back inside when it got too cold, but we loitered. Blake went for a smoke break. When the sun started to set, it was time to go back into the house.
We had to say goodbye the next day.
“See you on your birthday.” Blake hugged me tight. I inhaled his trademark musky scent, already missing him.
“See you. And be good.”
“Oh, I will,” he said.
I didn’t stay to watch him leave like I had the last time. For some reason I didn’t like watching him leave anymore.
It was one of my favorite Christmases. I hated that it had gone by so quickly.
Shortly after Christmas, my mother bought me my first pair of high heels. She wasn’t kidding with those heels. I took a few wobbly steps in those strappy green stilettos and bam! I toppled down the stairs. I was lucky that I’d only broken a
