The Christmas Proposal - Miley Maine Page 0,2
dragon and human on command. They’re human when they have sex.”
“Or maybe that’s just what you want me to think.”
I shrugged. “I mean, at this point if you read it you’re implicated, too, you know?”
“How so?”
“Well, you already know what it’s about, so if you read it then you’re clearly interested.” I raised my eyebrows suggestively.
“I’m not.”
“You’re, too!” I stuck my tongue out at him, earning me a hearty laugh. He ruffled my hair, then stepped back.
“Alright, I think I’m gonna head downstairs for now. Call me if you need anything.”
“I will,” I replied, shutting the door behind him as he left before sinking back into the warm depths of my bed.
I had so much to do to get ready for tomorrow now. Crush or no crush, I couldn’t ignore the fact that I wanted to make a good impression on Grayson. It was going to be his first time seeing me in thirteen years, after all. I wanted to show him that I had matured into a woman, that I wasn’t still some kid. And I wanted him to think that was a good thing, too. So, I decided that now was as good a time as any to pick out something nice to wear for our Thanksgiving dinner.
I didn’t really go to many parties, so the few party outfits I had were all for the warmer months. In the winter, I tended to hole up in my blankets and read the day away, so the clothes that I did have for the cold nights were based around comfort and warmth, not cuteness.
I tried to reason with myself and say that I could just show up in a sweater, jeans, and a ponytail and be absolutely fine—Grayson might even think I looked cute—but that wasn’t enough for me. I didn’t want to risk his first impression of the older me on something that didn’t make me feel like my most confident self. So, finally, I ended up settling on an ensemble that was both cute and comfortable: a pair of white, sweater-knit fleece-lined tights paired with a dark gray cashmere sweater dress and a cute gold belt. I would put on some dainty gold jewelry, wear my hair in a bun, and put on some gold-colored flats. I would look like a real, honest-to-God adult.
It definitely wasn’t very practical for going outside, as I would need at least another sweater, a coat, and a different pair of shoes for that. It was already cold enough to snow, even though it was only Thanksgiving. I didn’t mind since I only had to leave the house occasionally, but it did mean the bundling up was very important unless I wanted to become an icicle. But this was Thanksgiving dinner, which meant we would be inside our warm, cozy house, eating yummy, warm food, and there would be no need to go outside for more than a couple of minutes, maybe just to greet Grayson.
And this outfit would give me that extra boost of confidence I needed to see Grayson again. I just hoped it would be enough to keep me from turning into a mess right in front of him. That would be more embarrassing than I could bear. Sebastian would never let me forget it, and I would never forgive myself.
So, now with an outfit chosen and daydreams proliferating in my mind, there was nothing I could do but wait.
Chapter Two
Grayson
The day had finally arrived.
I was travelling back to the small town in Northern California where I had grown up, ready to see the friend I had missed so much and his family, of course. My parents were busy in New York this time of the year, so it felt good to know that I would at least have someone to celebrate the holidays with, even if it wasn’t them. I had no siblings, but growing up, Sebastian was like the brother I never had, and still was. We checked up on each other at least once a week and I had been excited to move back to California, even though I was six hours away from him by car. We were much closer by private jet, at the very least.
Still, we didn’t see each other nearly enough for my liking, which was why I had suggested that we spend the holidays together. I missed him and my hometown, and with my parents out of commission for the holidays, it seemed like the perfect opportunity. It had been planned incredibly