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CHAPTER 5
Lochlan
Kyla O’Keeffe?
My baby sister’s best friend?
She’s back in LA?
Why didn’t Harlow tell me?
Like my baby sister needs to know I find her best friend hot. She also doesn’t need to know I haven’t been able to think of Kyla in the same way since Paris. Three years later and I’m still obsessed with her.
I know it’s been a few years, but when the hell did she turn into a smoking-hot siren?
Holy fuck.
I need to pay more attention to my baby sis’ social media profiles.
When I’m over the shock of seeing her, I wave her over.
She points at her chest and mouths, “Me?” and then giggles.
“Yeah, you,” I mouth back with a nod.
She strides elegantly in my direction. I take in her beauty with every step.
Wow, wow and wow.
Not that I needed more material, but those slender curves conjure up enough filthy ideas to fill a—
Stop it!
It’s Kyla.
Your little sister by default.
Harlow’s best friend.
You’ve known her since she was a kid.
Get it together.
After a good mental scolding, I drag my eyes away from her body and focus on her face.
“Loki,” she says, flashing me a bright smile.
Even with a mouth full of metal, Kyla was always pretty. God knows I looked like a freak when I wore braces.
“Come here, don’t be a stranger,” I say taking her in a hug. She doesn’t resist. “It’s good to see you, Kyla.”
Damn, she smells good. She feels even better.
Aaaand I’ve got a semi.
Down, boy.
Reluctantly, I break our embrace.
