Chapter 30 Dinner With The Miller Was Great 4
- Probably because of what I was thinking about Derek. The scream was partially from guilt, like I was subconsciously afraid Kevin could read my thoughts.
- He stepped away from the duffel bag lying on the floor next to our locked dorm room. In his hand he had a dozen wilted roses wrapped in cellophane.
- “Kevin?!” I said, absolutely astounded.