Rylie's POV
I stared open-mouthed at the sight in front of me, trying to wrap my head around it and failing miserably. It was like I was a machine that has received an instruction it couldn't compute.
Myles. Olivia. Myles and Olivia. Alone in a bathroom. Kissing.
Was this a f*****g joke? Or a weird dream I really needed to wake up from?
"Hey. Hey. Listen to me, it's not what it looks like," Myles was quick to start speaking. Mouth slightly ajar, I turned my eyes on him as I struggled to think of an appropriate response to his statement.
"I'm sorry. It's not what it looks like? Because it looks like you're making out with my best friend or were you just digging for gold in her mouth?!"
He didn't seem to have a response to that and looked away sheepishly. I rolled my eyes
