Chapter 93

• She frowned, and sat back on the unit opposite the bath while Kyle pulled off his top, kicked off his sneakers and socks and then dropped his shorts.
• He tried not to smile as he saw her eyes flicker down to that spot between his legs, only for a second, but enough that he saw her lick her lips a few seconds later.
• Kyle slid into the hot water, sighing in pleasure. He hated lying in general, and more specifically to Patricia after she'd spent the week looking after him, keeping him sane and especially after they became physical. It was one of those things that he knew people justified as 'doing it for the best', usually when they were trying to explain it after it blew up in their faces.