I protested tracing the hard lines of muscle along his chest and abdomen. The muscle flexed as my fingernail traced it. I couldn’t look into his eyes. If I did, he’d see the weakness in me, the weakness that had grown within me as my feelings for him grew. But unlike other times, the realization he’d made me weak didn’t anger me, it was becoming a fact of life that I could deal with – embrace even. Kyle shrugged. “What do you expect me to do? It’s not like I’m calling in sick from my job at Burger King.” “That’s what telephones and Skype are for. I don’t understand why you need to fly all the way to the UK just to confront your father.” “Because that’s how it has to be. If I don’t go there and deal with this, then he’ll come here to send someone to retrieve us both.” I smirked, finally looking up at him, my finger halting its progress. “You mean send someone like you?” “Worse than me.” He grinned. “I’ve been growing a bit soft since meeting you.” “You still managed to be able to pull the trigger.”
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