Ricard
Kayden was a beautiful boy. Which was surprising, to be honest. I didn’t think I would find him beautiful, much less attractive. Maybe it wasn’t me. Maybe it was my body, which was now leaning in towards him.
His face was flushed red; he was flustered. I stared into his eyes, somewhat pleased. This was what I wanted—to taunt him.
“Aren’t you going to give me an answer?” I teased. “Am I your type, Kayden?”
That question slipped out before I could think. I was stunned. He was stunned. We stared at each other like deer in headlights—or at least, he stared at me like that.
The space between us grew tight and Kayden’s breathing grew heavy. Pleased by his reaction, I curved my hand under his chin and drew him closer.
“What are you doing?” Kayden breathed as my nose brushed against
