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“Definite compliment.” His hand comes off my leg to point out the window. “Turn here?”
“Oh,” I glance out the window. “Yeah, the second turn is my apartments.”
We pull into the entrance, the car bouncing over the speed bumps. I direct him to my unit and before he’s fully put the car in park, I’m hopping out. “Thanks,” I say, as the engine shuts off.
“It’s rude not to invite me in,” he says, climbing out of the car.
“Tyler…”
“I just gotta piss.”
“Fine.”
He follows me up the stairs and to the door. When I step into the apartment, I expect to find Heather sprawled out on the couch, but the living room is empty. I point to the hall. “Bathrooms right there.”
“Thanks,” he says and brushes past me.
I drop my purse on the kitchen counter and the second I hear the bathroom door click shut, I scurry down the hall to Heather’s bedroom and find the door open. She’s not here. The toilet flushes and the taps turn on. I hurry back into the living room.
The door creaks open, and seconds later, Tyler’s standing in the middle of the room dragging his hands through that dark hair of his. “Like your apartment,” he says.
“Thanks.”
God, he’s just standing there. What is he doing?
“Where’s your roommate,” he asks.
“I don’t know.”
“Hmph…” He takes a seat on the far end of the couch, then smiles at me. My gaze falls to his mouth as he bites down on his lip.Why is that piercing so sexy? Jesus.Tyler rubs his hands down the legs of his worn jeans. “So,” he says, “what do you wanna do?”
“Tyler…”
“Yeah.” He smirks. “What, titch?”
“You said you just had to piss.”
“I did.”
“And?”
He shrugs. “And I did, and now I’m sitting on your couch. Funny how that worked out, huh?”
I narrow my gaze on him. He narrows his on mine, a proud grin on his lips.
“You are so…so…” I exhale. “Just, God.”
He laughs. “Stubborn? No shit. It took me six years to get you to kiss me. That’s determination.”
“Yeah, something like that.”
Turning to face me, the smile fades from his face. “Look, I know this is weird, but the thing is Jemma, I just want my titch back.”
I glare at him because surely he doesn’t think it’s this easy? “You know what hurt the most?” I ask, fighting that tightening sensation in my chest. “That we broke up, and that was it. It was over. All those years of friendship…and you just let it go.”
His eyes fall to his lap, and he nods his head. “Yeah, I know.”
“Why?”
