Winter POV
Kai's been a little on edge the last two days and I'm wondering about that, but he's also been secretive and avoiding me, which I'm hoping is for a very good reason. I walk out of the bathroom, thoughts whirling around in my head and stop short. There, lying spread out on the bed, is an outfit, one that astonishes me as I walk over and pick up the skirt and shirt, a smile on my face. He had to have chosen this out himself and that pleases me more than anything. Is this for our date? Are we finally going on one? I've been waiting with anticipation for it.
He's listened to me when it comes to dresses, then I think relieved. The skirt is gorgeous, a black leather one that flows out from the hips and stops just above the knees. There's a plain white camisole to go with it but the
