Adam
Kyle was in shock, and I knew it. Desiree looked like it. Her eyes and lips looked like it, and I looked like it too, and I knew my scent was all over her. I had to hide my erection and calm myself down. I honestly didn't know what to do or how it would work, but I knew I would soon have to face my fears.
"You are going to get that girl killed," Kyle said the moment Desiree left, and I hoped she hadn't heard him. It took a lot to convince her to give me a chance.
"Are you sleeping with her?" he asked me, and I shook my head. He narrowed his eyes, and I shook my head.
"She isn't ready. I won't take advantage of her like that," I told him, and he sighed.
"So all you are doing is making out?" He asked, and I nodded.
"You weren't there yesterday morning when your father had her beaten and sentenced her to death," Kyle said, and I froze. Desiree didn't tell me that. My fist clenched, and I felt sad and angry at the same time.