Kierra
Sullivan shows up at my house in the evening, all dressed up in jeans and a button-down white shirt. He's got a smile on his face. "I have a surprise for you," he says.
I'm just so tired of ignoring all the problems we have. "Sullivan," I say. "We need to talk."
"Can't it wait? I'm trying to do something special for you tonight." I hadn't noticed that he had one hand behind his back. He brings it forward, revealing a red rose. "This is for you."
I take the rose and, careful not to let the thorns prick me, smell its beautiful fragrance. "Thank you."
"I want to take you somewhere, but I'd like you to wipe that concerned look off your face first. I'm trying here. Give me a chance. We can talk about serious stuff tomorrow."
I sigh. "Okay. I can do that."
He takes my hand and lead
