TESSA
I stood frozen, my heart doing a dance against my chest as Kyle loomed over me. His expression was calm, yet lethal.
[When will you stop chasing the past?] Wyatt’s voice came off the device, dripping with that familiar, patronizing arrogance.
Embarrassed, I wanted to snatch the phone from his grip. But it was too late.
Kyle didn't hesitate. He simply spoke, calm and composed. [What gives you the right to talk to my girlfriend in that tone?]
My heart dropped, a tingling sensation ran down my skin.
Kyle Maxwell was unpredictable.
One time, he’d call me his in front of everyone on the race track, one time he pretended as if we were having an affair, and one time he ignored me as if I had never existed.
[G-girlfriend? Kyle?] Wyatt fumbled, I could hear his voice from the phone.
