my annual kbr reread | kitsulli in alphas like us
“Maybe you’re into him,” I speculated.
Sulli frowned. “Him, who?”
“Akara,” I said.
Sulli laughed. “No fucking way... Kits is like...” She stared up at the treehouse ceiling, handcrafted paper flowers cascading off wooden beams. “... he’s Kits.”












