Chapter Sixteen––––––––
“What?”
“Don’t jump to any conclusions.” Man up, asshole.
“Okay.”
“Just listen.” Do it. Don’t chicken out.
“I said ‘okay’.” Stormy twisted the sheet in her hand as she sat back.
“It’s about the dance.” Devon took a breath.
“Do we have to go there?”
“You promised to listen.”
She made a grumbling noise, frowning, but turned her attention to him.
“I was fifteen then. Remember Tommy Hennings?”
She nodded.
“He was my best friend. Guy friend. Anyway, I told him I had a crush on you.”
“You what?” She bolted upright.
“Listening? Remember.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled.
“I made a mistake telling him. A dumb mistake. I told Tommy I was in love with you. He swore he wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“But—”
“Quiet? Okay. He asked Marybeth Johnson to the dance. She turned him dow
