Kyle’s POV
“God, what the hell is wrong with you!?” Chloe hissed as I dropped her on the floor.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” I laughed in disbelief, “you're the one that's been acting coldly towards me and I'm the one with the problem? Are you for real?”
“At least I'm not kidnapping someone that has absolutely no interest in me and dragging them into an enclosed room, am I?” she shot back with a frown.
Now she didn't have to lie about the obvious attraction between us.
Even now as we were arguing, I could tell that she’d stolen glances at my unbuttoned shirt and her body had unwillingly stiffened in response to the sight of my bare chest. On my part, I wasn't innocent either since I’d been explicitly thinking of countless ways to f**k her into oblivion despite our never ending
