Placing my hand over my hair, I scratched at my scalp before pulling it back, trying to wrap my brain around everything Kyle had just told me.
Biting my lower lip, I had absolutely no idea how I was supposed to express what I was feeling.
I slowly lowered myself onto the couch, trying to gather my bearings.
“Okay…”
I rubbed my forehead.
“Officially, my ducks are no longer aligned.”
I let out a shaky breath as I placed my knife beside me on the couch.
“And I need to sort out the mess in my head before I completely lose my mind.”
Kyle heard every word.
Without saying anything, he stood from my pink gaming chair and quietly walked into the kitchen.
I heard a plate being placed inside the dishwasher.
Then another.
A moment later, he returned carrying my dessert plate and fork.
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