Chapter 32 NOTHING WAS BETTER THAN HIS KISSES

• M E R E D I T H
• When I had gathered my belongings in my bag, I left my artwork in the art room, which had a cool, dark, and dry environment with minimal temperature fluctuations, and where other third year students had also left their own works of art. Most third-year students would leave their work in the third-year art rooms because the upcoming submission is just around the corner, and bringing them around would be a problem especially with the others having massive canvases. The art rooms have their own installed CCTV cameras that operate twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week for maximum security.
• But it was not the security of my artwork that was bothering me here; it was what Diether had told me and how it had perturbed me since we had left the art room.