Puck me. I’m yours
"You're in love with this girl. You're hurting, and I think she is too. Why not give each other some breathing space?"
"I am not in love with her," I said, but the words came out more like a whisper.
"Oh yeah?" Derek quickly yanked my hand, making me face him as he pointed at the gifts scattered on the bed. "Then what is all this?" My jaw clenched. My gaze lingered too long on the prepared items, and without answering, I walked out.