Page 118 of Kylo
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Kylo shot me a guilty look.
“I might have bribed John to set them off before he left.”
“You know,” I said, glancing around the yard, the sand and sea beyond it. The perfect privacy. “I have one more item on my bucket list.” I told him, pushing him against the wall.
“Oh, yeah?” Kylo asked, a smirk toying with his lips. “What’s that?”
I shot him a wicked smile, then stripped out of my clothes.
Over all the years, Kylo had methodically ticked off every item on my list.
And I just kept adding new ones.
But now, all of them involved him.
Because somewhere along the way, the list stopped being about what I wanted to do and became about who I wanted to do lifewith.
And it would always, always be Kylo.
