The air was frozen for more than a second. Tyler's eyes widened like the image before him was something pulled from a horror movie.

His brows were deeply furrowed. Coldness tightened roughly against his chest, his fingers that were still holding the knob clenched so hard his knuckles turned white.

Grayson. On Tessa. In an intimate position that sent his head spinning.

Tessa who was still beneath Grayson froze, her lips parted, her chest racing.

“ Tessy?” Tyler's voice came in disbelief, cutting through the icy room.

She quickly pushed Grayson off her, her body shivering slightly, not like she's done anything wrong, but the way Tyler was looking at...