Chapter 24

I stood awkwardly by the door, glancing around Kylan’s room. Even if I wanted to run away, it was too late now.

The big clock above his desk already showed it was fifteen minutes past curfew, so that’s how long I’d been standing there.

Fifteen minutes.

Kylan went on with his life as if me being in his room past curfew was the most casual thing in the world. It was not surprising, I mean—I’d heard of his reputation and knew for a certain that many girls had been here past curfew.

He had taken off his shirt, cleaned his empty water bottles—took a shower.

All in those fifteen minutes.

“Are your legs broken?” he said as he tossed a towel over a chair. “Do I need to come and carry you—“

“No!” I spoke a little too fast, looking anywhere but his bare chest. Unfortunately, it was just as wet and shiny as that time I had come to his room to reject him.

“I can walk!” I took big steps toward his bed and sat down on the edge. Unsure of what