Sydney

“Tyler,” I breathed before I could stop myself, watching him walk into my room like he belonged there.

The door clicked shut behind him, announcing his presence even more.

And for a second, I just stared, my mind still trying to comprehend. Because Tyler Sinclair was in my room.

Actually in my room!

My fingers tightened around the sleeve of my hoodie.

“Are you lost?” I asked, trying to sound steadier than I felt. “The bathroom’s downstairs.”

“I know where the bathroom is.” He said firmly, his voice sending a ripple down my spine.

I swallowed. “Then what do you want? You shouldn’t be here.”

But he didn’t respond...