15. Kayla
Chapter 15
Kayla
Seven Winters Ago / Age Twenty-One
The minute I dump my bags in my bedroom, I head straight back out and race up the hill to Ryan’s house. He answers the door in checked pyjama pants and a hoodie, his hair sticking up all over the place.
After last year, I don’t know how I expected him to react to seeing me. I still hate myself for wasting so much time I could have spent with him.
He leans against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest. “How's the boyfriend?”
“There is no boyfriend," I tell him. "Do you have a girlfriend?”
He shakes his head and then I’m back in his arms with his lips on mine. Right where I’m supposed to be.
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