Grabbing her face in my hands, I make sure her eyes are on me when I say, “You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you. I want to do a lot of things to you right now.” Of course, because fate is a fickle bitch, Kyla pulls up, honking the horn twice. Aria brings her hands up to my wrists, still gripping her face, and asks, “Then why didn't you?”
