It was a mutual craving.
If anything, Kyle might have gone further than craving and was well into malnutrition, considering how long he'd actually held out with his bottled feelings. So it was understandable that Kyle was savoring everything.
He was still enjoying Ollie's soft hair and tight hug when someone decided to rain on his parade.
Because just as Kyle shifted, intending to leave with Ollie, a voice cut through the air like a cold slap.
"Ollie!"
Not Kyle.
But Ollie.
Hmm.
It was unfortunate. But he figured he would eventually have to deal with this glaring problem soon enough: Lyka Vela.
Kyle's brow rose, and the blonde—who had apparently forgotten people existed—turned toward the source, blinking.
Only then did he register the stormy expression on Lyka's face.
The poised young lady had lost all trace of cool composure. Her lip trembled with indignation. Her perfectly styled hair seemed to frizz with disbelief.
Because she could not believe the scene before her.
