Chapter Thirteen

KYLE'S P.O.V

It’s been a week, of hell.

After Andrew kissed me (!) okay he technically didn’t. But he initiated the moment and it was simply amazing. The way he so confidently invited me in, meaning he wanted to see me and how he held me… I shuddered as a delicious shiver ran down the length of my spine at the memory. His intense eyes locked into mine the whole time... uh I don’t know how I held myself together, well not exactly, since internally; I was freaking out.

The way he pressed me against him and laid his lips on the space under my eye, the affection behind his intense gaze as he kept looking at me… it made me wonder if he would have kissed me, had I had my face uncovered. I didn’t dwell onto that idea for he sure would’ve recognized me, and either broke my heart again because of the disgust he held towards me… or he would’ve outed me and that would end up with my head on a platter and my mum crying over my dead form.