“Hey.” I stop and look up at him. He’s wearing a tight black sweater and matching jeans. His curly streaked hair is loose today instead of in its usual bun, and his handsome face is lightly stubbled.
“Hey back. Merry Christmas.” He moves forward and kisses me on the forehead softly. It takes everything in me not lean in and get a big honking whiff of his cologne. “You’ve got this right?” he whispers low in my ear while touching the edge of Mia’s dress. I smile against his neck. “Consider it done.” I step back and wink at him.
“Darling those are interesting shoes you have on.” Grey looks at my feet. Translation: What the hell are those?
“They are right? They are Jordan 12’s- “The Flu Game.” I stick my foot out and admire them. “They are the shoes that Jordan wore when in the ’97 finals.”
