FIFTEEN - DEREK

Derek I cursed as I grabbed the scorching saucepan, scalding my hand. I was cooking dinner for Skye, but my anxiety was through the roof. I needed to tell her about David and explain that we had to come clean about our relationship before it was too late. Having this conversation was going to be tough because I wasn't sure which approach to take. David could spill the beans to everyone, which would have negative consequences for all of us. Alternatively, I could approach Spencer and the media before David did, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure. Or, and this thought had barely crossed my mind, I could break things off with Skye and hope she understood it was for her own good. As the front door opened and closed, my thoughts were interrupted. Skye had arrived, and I felt my courage slipping away. I leaned in and kissed her passionately, trying to mask my anxiety. She smiled and greeted me with a cheerful "Well hello." I responded with a nervous tone, saying, "Hey, how's it going?"