“I think you waited too long to do this—really I do!”
Tyreen stepped in front of the door to our room as she said this, for the
moment, effectively blocking my escape from our dorm room. I had already
showered and changed into my favorite jeans—torn on both knees—and bundled
up in a warm knit sweater Peter bought me for my birthday. He wanted to
buy me something flashy and expensive, but it seemed too early in our
relationship for that sort of extravagance. Besides, I have plenty of jewelry, and
when the sweater would serve me well on a night when the temperature was supposed
to dip into the low teens.
“I’ll be careful—I promise,” I assured her, picking up my duffle packed with
everything I’d need that night and in the morning. I grabbed my backpack and
threw it over my shoulder
