CHLOE
As a typical playboy, I could understand why Kyle would enjoy skating. I mean, imagine how appealing a gorgeous and muscular guy like him would look gliding through the streets on a skateboard.
That’s an image I’d rather not dwell on seeing as my body was at its weakest whenever Kyle was involved.
“Perfect,” I smiled as I turned my attention back to my laptop.
Before me were the tickets to the perfect activity that would no doubt lead to progress in our stagnant project. I clicked and dragged two tickets for the ice skating ring into my cart and checked out, as soon as I got the tickets in my mail, I felt an odd sense of accomplishment.
Okay, so I’d picked a skating rink instead of a skatepark—which he was no doubt familiar with—because the goal was to find him a new passion, no
