CHAPTER 17: SWEET KISS

“Chris, come on, honey! We have to get to the party!” Grace shouted from the

bottom of the stairs as Christopher was nervously putting his clothes on. He was

wearing faded jeans and black converse with a black flannel shirt, hoping he was

presentable enough for his date.

His first official date.

It felt weird for him to talk about it when Palmer was just his friend. He ruffled his

hair, letting some strands fall on his forehead, and...