Chapter 68

I was left completely shocked right after I opened the door to our room. Seeing how clean and organized everything was, reminded me that Dylan had wrecked the room right after the fight.

I was standing right next the door, looking at the neatly done bed, the new decorations, a not broken coffee table, and a new set of black leather couches. The couches sat in front of a bigger flat screen TV than the one we had before.

"I uh, had the room- house actually- cleaned out," Dylan said, sounding slightly uncomfortable.

I turned to face him, his dark eyes gone. Grayish blue orbs were staring at me, looking like he was waiting for me to say something.

"I love it, thank you!" I told him, as I closed the distance between us and jumped into his arms, wrapping my own around his neck.

"I figured it was probably good to get everything new. My mom said you'd, uh, like it," he said.

I giggled against his neck, enjoying his little pauses.

"Thank you," I said again, kissing the crook of his neck.

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