Chapter twenty eight.

Skylar's POV (continuation.) 

A loud horn catches my ear and I take one look at my reflection in the full length morrow before grabbing my baggage then head for the door. 

Am wearing a tight, blue jeans with a white, small crop top, matching with a brown, light hat and a black sneakers. 

And why did I wear black? We are going camping, wearing white would be a dumb decision. 

Not to forget I lit it all up with a pair of black googles. 

I love the look. 

I run down the stairs to meet Grayson at the door. 

"I thought you weren't going." I pop am eyebrow at his dressed state, a bag draped on his shoulder. 

"I changed my mind." His morning voice is all husky and he didn't seem to care less. 

Grayson walks through the door and I tag behind him, hoping into the half filled camping bus.