CHAPTER FOURTEEN
KYLE’S POV
I’m drunk, I know that. Its why I can’t keep my eyes off her last ** post from two weeks ago from a gym selfie. Its why her smile is still very fresh in my brain. Its why I was more scared than ever. More importantly, its why I was driving off to the town I swore I would never set foot in on a Friday evening. I needed to know she was okay or else I would lose it. I know what you are thinking. Why didn’t I just call her? All this while, why didn’t I get the balls to just pick up my phone and press that how are you text instead of stalking her social media in the hopes of an update?
Third day since she left and every part of me was afraid she’d figured the truth-or even worse, knew my connection to Tristan. Had she met him yet? The self-proclaimed owner of the
