There had been a sense of safety in approaching Kyle so recklessly before—with his permanently displeased, stoic demeanor, I had felt comforted by the fact that he was utterly unfazed by my actions. If I had known that he would become this bold, however, I might have acted differently. Kyle’s hand gripped my chin, forcing my head up to meet his. My eyes darted around, desperately looking at anything other than his intense violet stare.
“Didn’t you say we could keep our relationship platonic?” I muttered, flustered.
“I do not recall making such a promise. I merely said I would try,” he responded, a playful smirk emerging on his lips.
“That’s the same thing!” I protested.
“Truthfully, Miss Noa, I never had much confidence from the beginning. I merely wished to accommodate your wishes. However, it appears my patience is nonexistent when it comes to you. It did not even last a day,” he shrugged.
“But—”
