For late December, they were having an unusually warm day, and Lauren debated if she even needed to wear her coat to go to Joey's parents for an early Christmas dinner.
Joey, however, hadn't seemed to notice the temperature, because he walked out of their bedroom wearing a Christmas sweater.
"Joey," Lauren said, not even knowing what to say to him.
"Yeah?" he asked, pausing putting his shoes on to look at her.
"Are you really wearing that?"
He looked down at his jumper and back up at her.
"What's wrong with it?"
"It's too warm!"
"But it's Christmas."
"Please JoJo, you're going to die," she said, tugging at the fabric.
He swatted her hands away. "I've always worn a sweater for Christmas dinner with my parents."
She looked at him beseechingly, seriously concerned for his health, but he insisted that he would be fine.
Joey started to regret his decision on the drive over there, because he was sweating even with the windows rolled down, but he was determined not to let Lauren be right on this.
He suffered through dinner, his cheeks hot and everyone repeatedly asking him if he was okay. He longed to take the jumper off, but he knew he wouldn't hear the end of it from Lauren.
As they went into the lounge she stopped him, stretching up to kiss him, her hands playing with the bottom of his jumper. Joey leaned into the kiss, just thinking about how happy he was
Almost without him noticing, Lauren had started to lift the hem of his jumper, and before he could stop her she had pulled it over his head, smoothing his hair back where it had been ruffled. Joey was instantly grateful, although he tried not to let it show.
"Did you just kiss me to distract me?" he asked.
"Maybe," Lauren said, grinning as she took his hand to pull him towards to lounge, the jumper slung over her shoulder.
Well, Joey couldn't exactly complain about that.
