C17 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

"Honestly I don't know what got into him today, he cleaned my wound and almost evenly looked furious that I had cut myself.." Mikayla ranted to Derek, who sat on her couch, observing her with keen interest. She was pacing around her apartment in baby blue shorts, a sports bra, and a towel wrapped around her wet hair.

"Oh, really?" Derek asked, genuinely surprised