Morning/almost afternoon all~
Charlie is chanting my name, and I just go for it. My arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him close as I tilt my head.
His arms go around me and we’re pressed against each other. I feel Wes grip the orange and I start to pull away. But it’s too soon. The orange comes loose. Wes presses against me, stopping the orange just below my collarbone, where it’s wedged between a red glitter bow and a Santa ornament.
“Well, this is awkward,” he says.