Was he seriously trying to play matchmaker now?
Because if he was, he was wasting his time.
I didn’t want anything from Kylan, all I wanted was for him to stay the hell away from me.
I wanted to hate him from a distance, not from up close—and I was certain it was the same for him.
“Sit,” Nate patted the mat.
Before I could process what I was doing, I followed his command and dropped down to the floor as Kylan released a grunt, clearly not amused that I had joined them.
So I was good enough to greet him, but not good enough to sit with him.
Nate nudged me, playfully. “So, how’s my hoodie doing?”
I couldn’t help but smile a little as a mischievous grin appeared on his face.
He was really determined to get on Kylan’s nerve, so was I—but Miss Popular Guy could’ve warned me about his f
