They're under the sink, like always. Grant observes this exchange silently, with an expression of detached and complacent amusement, his fingers stroking idly through Alex's hair. If your shoes fit me, I'd take them. Freddie stalks back to the kitchen with another armload of dresses, bangs around under the sink, and returns to the bedroom with a handful of crinkling plastic bags. Maybe your next boyfriend will have bigger feet than you do, too.
Grant snorts quietly.
This gives Freddie momentary pause. Enrique would be thrilled. He can have anything with a heel or a pointed toe. Freddie ends up with two bags of shoes, which he adds to the growing pile in the kitchen. Grant can't quite keep his mouth shut over that one.