“Do you have a dress yet?” I asked and something cracked in her gaze. “Oh um…no.” She chewed her lip. “Tick tock.” I grinned. “If you don’t hurry you’ll have to go naked.” “Or in my sweats,” she teased. “Mmm tell me more,” I played along. “They’re gonna be so baggy.” “Fuuuck,” I groaned, pretending to get off on it. “More.” “They’ll be grey…stained with ketchup and so, so-” She dipped her head, her mouth mere centimetres from mine. “
