That was it. Not an invitation. Not come with us . A dismissal wrapped in a promise.
“Because we don’t exist out there, Kyler. We exist in the dark. In secret texts. In parking lots after everyone’s gone home.” She laughed, but it came out wet. “I’m tired of being your ‘tonight.’ I want to be your ‘right now.’” it's us tonight kyler quinn
Three hundred and twelve messages. Every single one ending the same way. That was it
