But when I feel a bead of sweat trickle down the side of my face and wipe at it, my hand comes away damp. Maybe I’m not as comfortable as I think.
I wish Nadia wasn’t home. Then we could be alone down there instead, in the comfort of an air conditioned apartment instead of up here, dying in this heat. Though really, where would things go between us? Maybe if I can get him to join me on the bed…
Once the fan is in the window and plugged in, Kyle turns it on. A deafening rush of air fills the room, but I feel cooler almost immediately. Stepping back, he props his hands on his hips and grins at me, satisfied. “There. How’s that?”
With a nod, I lean my head back and close my eyes. “I almost think I can stay up here tonight.” Hint, hint
Kyle gives my foot a playful kick. “Shut up. It’s drawing out some of the heat, not cooling down anything. Besides, I thought you were sleeping with me.”