RENEE
'Please accept my apologies, Renee. I wasn't in the right frame of mind then, and...'
As I thought of Dylan's apologies from last night, bubbles of laughter rose in my throat.
I lay back and stared at the ceiling of my room dreamily. My eyes fluttered open and closed as I tried to stop thinking about Dylan and the rowdy conversation we'd had the day before, but I couldn't.
His demeanor, audacity, and the way he casually guilt-tripped me with his story made me suspect he was up to no good. I never found out his true intentions though and dare say I felt a bit relieved. I didn’t want to know, or did I? Oh well.
Again, I remembered the useless bouquet of roses he'd brought, and I couldn't keep the mocking giggle that escaped my lips.
What the hell? Dylan thought he could apo
