“I thought I told you to keep your arse in the truck.” Kyle huffed as you walked up beside him. You pursed your lips at him, crossing your arms stubbornly. “I thought differently.” You responded.

“Well don’t expect me to take care of you.” Kyle scoffed. You simply rolled your eyes and began walking away.

Despite Kyle’s words, he let out a sigh before trailing after you, looking as if he was your personal guard dog.