(Malory)
Kyle’s hand wraps around my waist –he pulls me in. Our eyes have locked and he’s saying something along the lines of the script but my mind is too busy focusing on the warmth of his hand to hear any of his words.
It reminds me of when we kissed.
Even if I was drunk, why wasn’t I able to stop myself from that literal hot and cold mess of a kiss during that stupid challenge?
I wish I could blame it on Ron and Olivia…
But deep down it feels like a part of me really wanted to do it.
I can’t blame anyone but myself.
Rehearsals don’t make anything better –they worsen the situation between Kyle and me. I try so hard to avoid thinking about that night –about the night Kyle and I literally locked lips in a fierce battle of cinnamon and ice- but every time Kyle has to
