And this girl is myheart.
18
Birdsoutside my window wake me. I glance at the clock and realize it’s almost eleven in the morning. But something feels off, and I roll over and realizewhy.
Tyler is in mybed.
Last night comes rushingback.
My emotions are in tatters from him leaving and coming back. From everything I’ve made itmean.
But he’s here now. He came back. Hestayed.
I was enough for Tyler. I am enough for this boy I want to drag from the shadows, live in the lightwith.
I shift up onto an elbow. Why does he have to be sobeautiful?
I lean over him and run a hand through his hair, soaking in every part of hisface.
That’s nowhere near enough to satisfy me, so I bend closer, inhaling his scent. My lips brush his jaw, the stubble decadently rough against myskin.
“Stop that.” His voice is a sleepy groan that vibrates through me, settling between mythighs.
I grin. “No.”
I continue the exploration, moving down his neck, his collarbone, the curve of hisshoulder.
My hand brushes his cut stomach where his undershirt’s ridden up, and a tug of desire pulls between mythighs.
Biting my lip, I press my palm to that skin, slide it up an inch under the hem of his shirt. I curl closer into him, taking a deep inhale at his neck, memorizing hisscent.
“I meanit.”
There’s a warning edge thistime.
I like Warning Edge Tyler, especially when he’s in mybed.
“Why?”
He rolls me over so he’s on top, and my heart thuds in my chest as he stares down atme.
He might be half-awake, but he’s all man, all power, allstrength.
Allsexy.
“Because then I’m gonna have to get youback.”
I want that sobad.
“I’m still mad at you,” Ibreathe.
“I’d be disappointed if youweren’t.”
His touch skims down my side. Then his mouth lowers tomine.
We’re so close to kissing when he pulls back. “We can’t keep this up,” he murmurs against mylips.
“Yes, we can.” I tip my face up, straining, and he covers my mouth with ahand.