Chapter Sixty Three

Kylie’s Pov

As I walk to Arnold's room, my mind drifts back to Ryan, and I can't help but wish that he were here with me, getting to know his father.

I get changed into the nightie I see in Arnold's wardrobe. As I'm brushing my hair, Arnold enters the room. I look at him through the mirror, and he looks troubled. I sigh, wondering what his mother must've told him now. I'm exhausted from her trying to ruin our lives. He walks to me and wraps his arms around my waist, then covers my neck with little butterfly kisses.

He turns me around and lightly captures my lips. My hands are in his hair, tugging at his semi-curly strands, and his left hand is gripping my waist.

I make a bold move, being too eager for what is to come, and tug the hem of his shirt above his head. I stare at his bare torso and admire all of his beautiful scars. He smiles and kisses my forehead, and then drags the hem of the nightie up my stomach with one hand. He tosses the thin material to the floor and then stares at