No.“Yes,” I say before I say anything else.
“Well, then.” He takes a step closer to me. “If a fuck is what you want, Sunny, then a fuck is what I can give you.”
The human disappears as fast as it came. He’s all predator as he takes each step closer to me. I can physically see it, the switch that happens in his eyes.
“Either way, at least I know that when his tongue explores your mouth but never in ways mine did and doesn’t taste like me, when his fingers meet that spot on your neck that hurts with anyone else but me, when he doesn’t satisfy you in the ways you know I would, I know you’ll be thinking about me the whole time, the same way you did on Halloween night,” he whispers in my ear. “The same way you always will when it isn’t me.”
He brushes my hair from my neck, exposing that scar for his lips to brand. My body betrays me as his touch manifests in goosebumps and shivers. When he pulls away, he looks down at me with stupid admiration.
“When that happens, because I know it will, you know who to call.” He starts walking away, but I refuse to let him have the last word.
“Why are you so upset? Huh? I told you what I could give you. Why are you expecting more?”
He pauses and turns around, looking straight at me. I realize he looks at me like there is something worth looking at. For some reason, it brings unshed tears to my eyes.
“You smiled for him,” he says.
“What? What does that even have to do with anything?”
“If there’s anything I learned, those smiles are rare to comeby. It’s hard to get one. I’ve spent so much time trying, and I’ve succeeded a handful of times. In one night you gave him the one thing I’ve been working months to get.” He looks at the floor, as if the words physically pain him.
I shake my head. “Tyler, that’s…that’s not how it is. But it just comes to show that I don’t have a lot to give. I barely have anything. He…he took it all.”
He steps into me again. “Don’t underestimate yourself, little fire. You have a lot to give. But I’m not asking for anything. I’m asking you to accept what I am giving you. Take it all, Sunny. Take it from me. Take all you need, because I will always keep giving myself to you if it means I can keep that smile on your face.” He thumbs my bottom lip.
Pulling back, he turns around, hands in his pockets and walks away triumphantly.
I still have his damn jacket around my shoulders.
“Dude what the actual fucking fuck?” Sam pulls me back to the couches we claimed for the night.
“I have no clue.” I shrug.
“What was that even about?” Macey asks.
“Are you fucking him?” Sam asks curiously.
I shake my head. “No, not at all. I guess he just doesn’t like Connor.”
“Doesn’t like Connor my ass. He barely knows Connor. Something must be up.” Sam’s eyes turn to slits, scanning the venue.
“What did he say to you?” Macey asks.
Tyler likes me. And I may just like him, too.
“He just said Connor isn’t a good guy and doesn’t want anything serious,” I say.
Macey hands me a glass of wine while she settles herself on the couch. I take a sip, hoping it’ll calm my racing heart.
“Doesn’t he know that’s the whole fucking point?” Sam raises her hands.
Nodding, I swallow down my wine. “Yes, I told him that. But you know your brother better than anyone, he gets protective of his family.”
“What if he likes you?” Macey suggests.
“He doesn’t,” I counter.
“I mean it would make sense.” Sam bites her tie dye nail.
