With Dylan's classes ending early as usual, while Kyle was left with one more hour of lecture, he finds himself waiting alone. Bree and Kira had left him for a concert he had zero interest in… after raiding his mini chocolate bar, and Kyle had been nervous to ask him to wait so they could walk home together, so he simply brought it up first.
And he was glad he did.
Because that hour was just the sort of time alone he needed to knock some sense into himself. What the hell was that? Why did he jump Kyle like a s*x craved maniac when the original motive was just a kiss. Had he always been that insane and starved?
“Haa, why does he have to be such a great kisser?” he mumbled shamelessly to himself. “And not just a great kisser, but– damn… his size is just so– what the hell am I mumbling to
