Chapter 87

Imogen

Right, I am ready. Jeans and Cody’s jersey. It is a bit too big, but I want to feel close to him and smell his fragrance all over me today. If I could have gotten away with it, I wouldn’t have even bothered showering. Okay so what? I miss him already, I can’t get enough of that hot body, his quirky smile, that dimple and those electric eyes that make me melt.

My hair is in a high ponytail, and I’ve donned an old NYC baseball cap and laced my hair through the adjustment band at the back. My rucksack is by the front door with my purse in it, so I slide my mobile in my back pocket, slip into my Vans and I’m ready to head out the door.

I’m thinking to do the food shopping later, I’ve got a few recipes on the back burner in my head, and I also know he’ll need something substantial since he will have been at practice since seven-thirty and not in until around six tonight.

Also, I want to look good for our first meal in together that doesn’t involve one or the other snapping at eac