[Trice’s POV]
“Quit breathing on her face, Chris.” Kyle’s voice rang in my ear, The annoyingly raspy voice made my eyelids flip open immediately. I woke up to see Chris watching me intently, with his face hovering over mine. He smelt like the beach breeze and peaches, fresh and sweet.
I looked at myself and I was fully covered up. I looked at my surroundings and we were back at Pete’s house.
“Good thing she is awake.” Kyle said walking in with a glass of wine, Then he took a seat on the couch. He was dressed in a white vest, sweatpants and a large loose woolly coat reaching his shin. He wore big blue fluffy flip flops to match his pants and coat. His hair was out of his signature cornrows; it looked wet, curly and luscious. They all must have spent the night here.
“Dude! She passed out
