Carlos
Kyla ended up coming to mine after the party and has been here since. We stopped by her place for clean clothes and her stuff for classes, but other than that, we haven’t left. We cooked or ordered food. Most of our time has been spent naked, which has been fun. It was nice having her here for the company, too; the hot, passionate s*x was not the only reason.
I head for a shower while Kyla makes breakfast. She insisted since I made dinner last night. I strip down and pass the mirror on the way to the shower, but something catches my eye. I move closer and see multiple hickeys on my night in a perfect line down my neck. How the hell am I supposed to hide all of these? What was the need for so many?
I slip a towel around my waist and stroll through to the kitchen.
“Kyla,” I cal
