She called to him. West leaned in and kissed her. Gentle at first, it grew deeper when she opened to him. He felt Kyle move in to flank her, kissing her neck and along her jaw. She tasted like cotton candy at a fair. He wanted to gorge himself on her, but knew he was rushing things. He gently pulled back and noted that Kyle did the same. “I–I,” she stuttered. “I know we’re rushing things, but we want to take you out. Maybe to that steak house you mentioned. Would you let us?” Kyle always talked for them. He seemed to know what to say. West never knew what to say. He was rough around the edges, and knew it. That might be why they worked so well together, why they were like brothers. He didn’t know, but he let Kyle lead. “Out? You mean like a date?” she asked, clearly flustered. “Right. A date,” Kyle said. He ran his finger along the edge of her jaw. “I don’t know. Um, both of you?” “Both of us,” West confirmed. He tried to keep his voice smooth, but he knew some of the roughness carried through.
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