Winter Hart
After getting ready for bed, I entered our bedroom from the bathroom, wrapped in a fluffy robe. Jake was in bed, leaning against the headboard, looking at his phone. Sydney may not have liked the dinner, but I think it went well. Her parents are tough, but they have obligations from both families. It's difficult for them to tell their parents they are changing their traditions.
I removed my robe, revealing my navy blue silk nightie and crawled into bed. I snuggled into Jake's side, resting my head on his chest, and he wrapped an arm around me.
"How are you feeling?" he mumbled, kissing my head.
"Tired. Unfortunately, my best friend is demanding," I sighed.
"Meeting parents can be intimidating. Lucky for me, I know yours, and you know mine."
"I can't believe my father did
