Thread Who: Gracie and Logan Where: DiNozzo house, basement bedroom. When: Before this, but after thisthis. What: The first kiss Warning: Just an innocent kiss, nothing to be seen here people. Move it along. Gracie was nervous. And she couldn't say that she had ever had butterflies about anything, especially seeing Logan. But there they were. So she resorted to the one thing she did when she felt ill at ease. Not that she didn't want him to come. She did. Almost desperately. Not that she'd admit to it.
So her radio was on, it was up loud enough that if he slipped in and her back was to the window she'd miss it, and she was singing along with the song, P!nk's So what. Just something random that popped up, as she danced around getting ready.
She did't doubt he'd tell her that the short shorts were too short, or that there wasn't enough fabric in the top she wore. It was just too cold. He would, wouldn't he? Her feet were bare but the spiked heels sat on the bench at the end of her bed, so she wouldn't twist an ankle while she pranced around getting ready.