The Hockey Star's Remorse
he asks hopefully.
“I’ll ask my dad,” I answer.
“Party starts at nine,” he says, smile still wide. “The actual party doesn’t really start till ten. But you’re always welcome at my house.”
Oh, god. Did Timothy Hayes just invite me to his graduation party? Did he just tell me I was always welcome?
Butterflies erupt through every inch of my body.
“I’ll see you there, then,” I swallow.
“I’ll see ya there, Evie.”
My gaze followed him as he walked off.