Kyle, oh my Kyle. You are gorgeous. Precious. The way you act like an insecure girlfriend in need of constant reassurance⦠ādo you⦠not care about me?ā You ask in chapter 96. How dare you ask such a thing. I understand Joe now. Had you asked for a slice of cheese, Iād gladly go to the moon and carve a statue of you made of the very crevices of the orbital rock, and then grab a single strand of your moon dusted hair and feed it to you by hand. Iād lick your feet if you so much as hinted that your feet were sweaty and in need of a wash. Iād squeeze ur underwear after an intense training session and drink the sweat from your beautiful and perky ass crack. Youāre too cute, Kyle. Remember that. Youāre so cute itās dangerous. Oh, youāre hungry? Nobody else is allowed to eat until you eatānobody in the world. Youāre tired? Iāll grab the moon myself and force it in place so you can sleep for as long as you want. Youāre not sure about my love for you? I will shave your pubes with my teeth. I will eat your armpit strands. I will savor every drop of sweat your beautiful porcelain skin sheds, and drink them on my deathbed. I love you Kyle.


Come back to me baeIāll treat u so good kyle