This is, without question, the best night of my life.
Something about Kayla is bringing out every bit of me, as though she’s ready to take whatever I want to give her and then some. There’s no pretense, only straightforward interest, and it’s got me primed to do anything she wants—including standing in this ridiculous get-up in front of her.
But look at her. I’ve literally only seen her upper half and it’s covered by a sweatshirt, but my god. Dark red hair cascades around her, and she’s all curves and softness and mystery. I don’t know why she was up here all night, but I swear I’m half in love with her.
“If I do this, if I dance for you, you have to promise to forget it ever happened as soon as I’m done,” I warn.
She holds a hand over her heart. “Promise.” She’s shifted to sitting
