KAIA
He’s grinning at me.
And I just freeze like a cornered kitten in headlights, like I’ve never seen a man before. Like this isn’t the same damn day I promised myself to stay composed, unbothered, and functional.
But no.
I take them in properly this time.
The one who grabbed me last night—Maddox, I think—has a low cut. His hair isn't quite light or dark. Just somewhere in the middle, like his skin tone. He’s got full pink lips, a cocky goatee, and now that I’m looking at him in daylight, unfortunately…
Yeah.
He’s kind of hot.
No. Not kind of. Annoyingly, dangerously, beautifully hot.
The other guy?
He looks like a variation of the first—same arrogance in his stance, same confident way of owning space—but he’s got curly full brown hair and something sharper in his face. Not re
