vitality | kyle
He forgot about the jacket the moment he spotted her, hair shimmering in the blue light as she modestly pulled the hem of her tight dress down the length of her slim, pale thighs. Kyle felt himself smile, cheeks flushing, when he caught her eye. Zoe made it easy for him, approaching with a casual openness that put him at ease, threatening to erase Evan from his memory. Her full, shiny lips curved into a frown as he waved hello. He sighed, his momentary elation gone. She didn't want to talk to him. It wasn't that she couldn't get his face our of her mind, or couldn't stop replaying their earlier conversation over and over in her head and felt compelled to seek him out. She couldn't find her friend and wanted his help. She was worried Madison had slipped away and gotten herself into trouble. Kyle would have done anything Zoe asked, even if it meant inconvenience or harm to himself. His secret goal of attempting to find a kindhearted, appealing woman in a sea of drunken coeds vanished from his thoughts as he lumbered off upstairs in search of Madison.