Tyler washed his hands under the warm running water and groaned. His cum had been really thick this time and he was surprised by how much had been on his hand.

He gritted his teeth.

His body was changing, that’s all that he can think of that can explain what was happening to him since meeting Layla. That was the only explanation, perhaps he was going through some kind of late puberty spurt thing.

Yeah that’s it…

He shook his head. It seems Layla had also made him a bit dumb too with his sudden thoughts.

He washes his hand clean of his sperm and when done, walked back to his room where he picked up his phone and rang Brett.

Only five rings in and Brett picks up. “Where you at man? left ten minutes ago and Riley said she’s riding with you today.”

Tyler breathed out an irritated breath through his nose and couldn’t resist the urge to pinch the bridge. “I’m not late Brett, just running a bit slow today. I’ll be there for the race don’t worry. And have Riley know I ride alone.”

“Tyler said he’s a sole driver he doesn’t like babes in the car while he makes other racers eat his dust,” Brett said but Tyler knew it wasn’t him he was talking to but Riley who was probably in the car with Brett.

Tyler rolled his eyes. He hated when Brett tagged along clingy girls to the races and all but throw them Tyler’s way when they got him annoyed. Tyler didn’t feel up to put up with any girl right now

Well…..

Except for Layla…

The sound of Brett laughing in his ears had him rearing back to reality.

no I’m not bringing a hot babe along. “Tyler grumbles

and walked to his walk in closet and got dressed to

he was definitely on the right track to being a

his breath when for the first

of racing but actually wanted to

found it odd that he wouldn’t even have cared if they barely talk, he’d be satisfied just by looking at her and

his head. Something was definitely off

being dressed fully, Tyler stormed to his sister’s room, knowing the girl who tormented him without so

be, he was the one who

wait to get outside of the house and focus on his race, perhaps then, he’d focus on

Layla’s pov

of the dream she had last night. She gives very

a kid’s imagination, a dream, yet I found my throat parched and my heart leaping

looked at me,

me yet, properly I mean, and yet, she

My heart fluttered.

my heart

tell me about her dream. She sounded so happy, so carefree like a child

then that smile wobbles in nervousness when her brother joins us. The same brother who had his head between

an odd thing for me to do when I had been anything but shy in

stare on my face as he walks into the room. “What

a huge radiant smile on her face.

my eyes followed her.

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