TESSA
I slowly opened my eyes with the soft touch of the light, a warm blanket covering my legs.
“Huh? Did I take a blanket last night?” As far as my memory recalled, I didn't. I simply took Kyle's black shirt and slept.
“Could it be Kyle?”
Touching my feet on the floor, I realized I was smelling like him, the same intoxicating scent. I didn't change back to my dress. Instead, I stepped out to find him.
Surprisingly, he was in the kitchen… making breakfast. For a second, I froze. Until now, I could only imagine him with bikes, or maybe holding the knife to threaten someone, but chopping vegetables came out of context.
The morning light caught the sharp lines of his jaw and the toned expanse of his back. He was dressed in a satin white shirt, almost revealing his skin, and black pant
