2011.
Outside the room, the party was still raging. Ty had finally worked up enough courage to speak to Kyla. He’d been sipping on vodka and eyeballing her all night. Kohl finally convinced him to talk to her, and he did. And now they were in a dark, stinky, old bedroom, alone together.
Kyla had seen Ty before, they’d even hung out a few times but never seemed to click. She found him to passive, not dominant enough for her. In other words, he was just to sweet, he was too good. He needed someone soft, just like him. But, for just one night, it didn’t matter, did it?
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