Kyra’s POV
Knock. Knock.
“Mr Canary ?”
Fear coursed through my body while Xyler’s eyes knitted into an irritated frown when we recognized the voice and scent of the person outside.
Shit.
What if we were caught !! And we did not even have decent clothes to cover ourselves. f**k. f**k. f**k.
Knock. Knock.
“Mr Canary ?”
Xyler’s jaw clenched as he looked at the door, behind which an unwanted presence was hell bent on shouting the hallway down while chanting the name of the jay naked professor over me, like a broken record.
Knock. Knock.
“Mr Canary ? Are you alright ? Is the door not opening ? Could you please answer me if you are ok”, the voice shouted in the most fake and sugary sweet voice possible. “I will otherwise ask security to kick open your door”, the irritating, clingy i
