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It’s weird, seeing Kyle like this, so open, vulnerable, and not the strong, joking guy he always is. His feelings for me scare him.
“I won’t.”
And, just like that, I lied straight to his face.
17
Chloe
The morning sun beams through the curtains. We’re at the hotel, and I don’t want to leave this room, where we poured more secrets in one night than our entire relationship.
Relationship.
Is that what we are?
In a relationship?
The idea of us being more than casual fuck buddies is exciting, but what happens when we return to the reality of Blue Beech?
What happens when what I’m hiding comes to light?
My back is against Kyle’s chest. We stayed in this position all night, and today feels different from any other morning we’ve woken up side by side.
His fingers lace around my stomach, and the sound of him yawning hits my ear. I somehow manage to twist in his arms through the tight confinement he has me in until I’m facing him, chest-to-chest, our mouths inches apart.
I love the view of his handsome face in the morning. His hair is unruly. Day-old scruff sits on his cheeks of perfection. He’s so carefree in the morning. Hell, he’s so carefree in life. That balance is nice because I am so the opposite. Kyle puts me at ease when the rest of the world tears me down. The corners of his eyes crinkle when he notices me studying him.
“Good morning,” I whisper.
“Good morning, gorgeous girl,” he answers with a smile. “As much as I love saying those words to you, it’s nice to hear them first. How did you sleep?”
I respond with an easy smile. “Perfect.”
He rubs his hand over his scruff before leaning in to kiss me. “Any hangover signs yet?”
“So far, so good.”
Except for my word vomit last night.
He chuckles. “Your chest of secrets feel lighter this morning?”
Yes. No. Maybe.
“For the most part, yes.”
He snorts. “Only you would sayfor the most part.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re a glass ball of mysteries and secrets, but soon, you’ll let me crack each one open. You’ll see.”
“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“How many things did I say would happen between us while you stayed adamant they wouldn’t? All of them. Us in bed together—check. Serving you breakfast in bed—check.You opening up to me”—he playfully squeezes me—“in more ways than one—check.”
I slap his arm. “Eventually, you’ll need to buy my place in order to house your entire ego.”
I shiver at his hand sliding up and down my arm.
