Kyle’s POV:
I didn’t know why, what she said had made me so angry. I had come to the same conclusion, just seconds before she said that, but somehow her words irked me. I angrily pushed open my back door and stared at my lonely kitchen. I poured myself a stiff whiskey and took a seat in front of the tv and ate my now cold Lasagne. I flipped through the channels and finally settled on football, I didn’t even care who was playing as long as I was distracted from what just happened.
I sat there trying to analyse my own reaction to what she just said, but I couldn’t. The only conclusion I came to is that I wanted more from her, I didn’t just want to be her first experience, I wanted to be her last and only. I wanted her, I needed her, but for how long will I feel this way.
I aimlessly ke
