Chapter Seventeen

KYLE'S P.O.V.

I walked the length of my room back and forth, my hand running through my already disheveled hair as I borderline panicked. My heart was pounding out of control in my chest, resulting in my shaky breathing and that had my limbs vibrating in anxiety.

It’s six in the morning, the sun just about to rise, and my boner nowhere near setting. I tried everything.

The internet wasn’t that big of a help either, and I couldn’t understand why it won’t come down. No cold shower or steamy intimate scene in one of my books helped, and doing… that, wasn’t an option.

I whirled around in circles, looking around my room from one item to the other, hopeful that one of them would spark a solution. Though I doubt my glass calligraphy pen would be of so much help in my current crisis. Unless of course, I’m aiming for a fancy hand-lettered final note before I officially meet my end.