Kyle's grip on the tray was so tight that his knuckles went white. Zane's back was to him and he was bent down over Sayuri, his hands beside her head and leaning on the sofa behind her.
Although he wanted nothing more than to smash the plate of spaghetti over the stupid man's head, he endured.
After all, wasn't this one of the conditions Sayuri set?
She could date. Not him.
But damn it!
He didn't think it would be this hard to actually see her with someone else.
And kissing?!
Just why the heck were they kissing?!
Kyle placed the tray down with a slight bang. Zane got up then and cleared his throat while Sayuri licked her lips. Kyle clenched his jaw at this and resolutely sat down next to Sayuri's right side while Zane sat on her left.
"Catching up, I see?" Kyle said nonchalantly to Sayuri while handing her the plate of spaghetti.
"Zane just wanted to test out something," Sayuri said as she tucked in.
