Tyna POV

  “Hey Edward, you awake?” I whispered, my voice coming out soft and low as I pushed the bedroom door open just enough to slip inside without making any noise that could wake Tyra.

  The room was pitch black except for the faint red glow from the digital clock on the nightstand showing 2:03 a.m. now, and I could hear her steady breathing from the bed where she lay curled up on her side facing away from him, her body relaxed after the long night we had all spent drinking and laughing at that house party downstairs.

  My pulse raced in my ears, a wild thrum that matched the...