My cheeks heated at Kyle's honest words. I wasn't sure what I expected him to say, but it wasn't something so salacious.
I held down my head to hide my face, thinking of something to help with my pretense. Like clockwork, my brain clicked and I unzipped my backpack and plucked out my hairbrush.
"Ah, maybe I can brush my hair, so I can look more presentable."
His chuckle bathed my skin with goosebumps. He took the brush from my grasp and use my shoulders to spin me around. "I don't think brushing your hair is going to change the fact that you've just been ravished."
Oh, God.
I could detect the smugness in his voice.
Could he be any more of a jerk?
The delicate strokes from the brush soothed his words away. My eyes drifted shut, and a soft sigh escaped my mouth. I could stand and allow him to do this all day. If only being with Kyle wasn't so wrong.
