Wynter’s POV
‘Oh my God! Why does the time between Christmas and New year drag sooooooo badly’ I groan as I throw myself back into the cushions of my mother’s couch, the older woman turning her attention from the quiz show we are watching to raise an eyebrow at me.
‘Will you be paying to replace my couch Wynter Noelle Reed?’ my mother demands.
‘Nooooo’ I draw out slowly.
‘Then do not treat it like a trampoline young lady! We sit on furniture we do not throw ourselves at them like we’re in the middle of a wrestling match.’
I roll my eyes, grabbing the decorative pillow that’s behind my back and throwing it at my mother who laugh as she catches it, placing it behind her back and settling into it.
‘Why thank you, I was just thinking I needed another pillow’ she teases as I gape.
‘Hey!
