Winter Hart
Walking to the VIP box, I smiled and posed for photos with anyone who asked. By the time I entered, I had missed the first period of the game, but I had caught moments on the many screens around the arena. The Timberwolves were winning with a score of one-zero.
"The same beautiful voice from high school," Tyler exclaimed. He rushed to hug me as I entered the box.
"Tyler, you came." I hugged him.
"I was a little late, but I saw your performance and that kiss," he chuckled, and I smiled. I knew that picture would be everywhere before the game ended. "I'm happy for you."
"Thanks."
With an arm around my waist, we walked further into the room. I smiled when I saw Crystal talking to Jason. He's just as handsome as his younger brother, who is all mine.
"There she is," Jon sai
