(Olivia)
Derek held onto my hand, leading me up the stairs to show me something. I was nervous about being here, afraid that I might screw things up and look like a fool in front of his parents and families.
We stopped outside a door that looked just like the others, but he hesitated, glancing over at me with a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. I smiled at him, letting him know that everything was going to be alright.
“This used to be my bedroom.” He said, pushing the door open.
We stepped inside, and I took in the room. It was large, with high ceilings, and though the decor was tasteful, it had a feeling of warmth that surprised me. I could almost picture a younger Derek here, with all the dreams and ambitions he must have had back then.
“How many bedrooms are there in this house?
