kit sighed. “and how he kind of pushes me off and goes ‘kit’” kit rolled his eyes as he exaggerated his name in nate’s usual fashion, holding out the only vowel in a long drag. “sometimes i get his neck.” he smirked, adding a little mischief to his expression, hoping to change the subject.

shayla stared at him, undeterred.



sighing again, kit shrugged. “…when we’re sleeping he kind of buries his face in my neck sometimes.” he felt stupid admitting this. stupider because he knew that he obsessed over it, and it felt like that fact was obvious somehow as he told her. kit cleared his throat. “sometimes he kisses it.”