We can hear a knocking against the front door, and Hale lets a chuckle free at the thin walls that have barely separated us from the other hybrid couple.
“My wallet is on the table,” Hale shouts while stifling a laugh.
“Got it,” Grayson murmurs with casual nonchalance.
“Let’s go grab our food,” he mutters while grinning. “Then I’ll take you shopping. You’ll need a dress and anything else you want.”
“I can buy my own dress,” I giggle out.
“I want to buy it. I want to buy everything,” he says too enthusiastically while standing to pull his pants back up.
I just laugh in defeat while pulling on my own clothes, and I smile as he pulls me into his arms before gingerly kissing me.
“One week,” he says, and his smile grows too big for his face.
“One week,” I utter in a goofy tone.
One week.
