"All right, kids, I'll see you during Christmas." Laurel grinned, pressing warm kisses to each of their foreheads.
Not that any of them could refuse her kisses. Evelyn was more reserved, offering them light pats on the shoulder, but Laurel?
She was generous with her affection, planting kisses even as Mike and Leon cringed, wiping at their foreheads with exaggerated groans.
Laurel enveloped Frida in a tight hug, squeezing her as if she were trying to memorize the shape of her body. "Oh, baby, don't lose more weight, okay? Eat more, go out more, have fun!"
"She has exams," Evelyn cut in, arching a brow.
Laurel shot her a glare. "She's top of her class. She can handle it. Read, sleep, kiss Laz, eat."
Frida's jaw dropped. Blood rushed to her cheeks so fast she felt lightheaded.
She whipped her head toward Laz, praying he hadn't heard, but he was busy loading their luggage into the car, his headphones plugged in.
