Chapter Seventy-Four
**Kieran Morrison**
All weekend, my emotions had been a fucking storm, and it changed too rapidly for me to process.
It started that Saturday morning when Oliver had confessed that he liked me.
Even now, replaying that moment in my head, I hadn't quite believed I'd heard them right.
I hadn't dared to hope that he might feel something other than hate for me after everything I'd put him through.
All I'd meant that morning was to mess with him a little - as payback for being around so many guys at that party, for getting himself so drunk and letting that bastard dance with him.
But then he'd dropped that bomb on me, leaving me more confused than I'd ever been in my life.
Then, spending time with him in that park, hanging around like we did as kids, kissing him while he had candy in his mouth - it was all I'd thought about all weekend.
