The Possessive Bully

Part 65

**Krysh's POV**I look at the man grinning beside me. He's been smiling like a lunatic for a while now.

I nudge Tyler's shoulder. "Stop grinning."

His smile grows even wider. "I can't." He slowly shakes his head and looks at me. "I can't stop... falling."

I try to hide my smile. Now I'm grinning like a lunatic too.

His smile is contagious.

I can't help but feel the same way.

I want to tell him I'm falling too... all over again. Hard.

I just don't know why I can't bring myself to say that... not yet. Maybe after I tell Mum.

"People would think you're losing your mind," I mumble, and he laughs.

"People? All I can see are gravestones."

"There are some people over there."

He intertwines his fingers with mine. "I still don't care."

I laugh and shake my head at him.

"By the way... Sunny wants to buy some things for tomorrow. Can you drop me at her place?"

He looks at me and says, "Can I come?"

"What, you want to carry our shopping bags?"

He laughs. "That depends... Are you going to buy a swimsuit?"

I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Well, I'm definitely coming. I want to see what you're going to wear," he continues.

"Are you going to ask me to wear something conservative? Because that's not going to happen. Not under Sunny's watch—"

"Nah. I just want to see what you're getting," he grins. "But I like it better when you're not wearing anything—"

I nudge his shoulder to stop him from talking, and we both laugh.

My smile grows wider when he kisses me. He takes my hand and guides me to his car.

It takes us an hour to pull up to Sunny's house. I call her to say we're already in front of her place, and within a minute or two, her door swings open.

"You coming?" she asks Tyler as soon as she climbs inside his car, as if questioning his presence.

"Why not?"

"You're a guy," Sunny argues. "Guys don't like going shopping.", she pointed out.

"Not me."

Sunny raises an eyebrow. "You sure?"

Tyler starts the engine. "Sure as heck."

Sunny shrugs. "Just don't say I didn't warn you, and I don't want to hear any complaints!"

"I guess Henry complains a lot," I say, and she rolls her eyes.

"Like A LOT," she emphasizes. I can imagine them fighting inside the grocery store.

"Glad he's not coming. It will only ruin my mood," she continues, warning Tyler that she'll be upset if she hears any complaints later.

Getting to the mall takes another hour. I'm glad Tyler's not complaining. We've been going from one boutique to another. Sunny wants to get every swimsuit her eyes land on. She never seems to get tired.

"I thought you were going to buy one yourself," Tyler says as we wait for Sunny, who's trying on some swimsuits.

"Nothing catches my eye."

"Blue suits you."

"Think so?"

He winks at me. "I know so."

I scrunch my nose. "Blue's not my color."

"Pink then?" he asks, guessing.

"Nah."

"Hmm..." He puts his fingers under his chin, thinking. "White?"

"Maybe... or skin tone colors. But I'm also considering red."

I say this, and he beams.

"Can I choose it for you?" he asks, and I laugh.

"What?" I'm not sure if I heard him right.

He goes into the aisles and returns three minutes later, holding a red swimsuit in his right hand. 

He shows it to me with a really, really wide grin.

I raise an eyebrow at him.

"What? It's cute," he says, acting innocent.

It's anything but cute."

Its strings are so thin; it's barely covering anything!

"Besides, I can easily pull the strings off..." He leaves his sentence hanging.

I shake my head at him. Tyler will always be Tyler.

"No?" he asks, and I laugh.

"No!" I squeal.

"Why not?" he asks as if he doesn't know why.

"Just because."

He laughs. "You're no fun," he says, about to put it back.

"Alright!" I say, grabbing the swimsuit from him. "I hope you're happy," I add, before turning my back to him and walking toward the cashier.

"Oh, I am. You have no idea," I can hear the grin in his voice. I roll my eyes at his silliness.

After two hours of looking around the boutiques, with a handful of bags, Sunny finally decides to go home. At last! It took her long enough.

Tyler wants to cook dinner for us when we arrive, so I let him do his thing while I pack our belongings for the trip. After packing some things, I go down to check on Tyler.

"Hey," I whisper, peeking to see what he's cooking. "Woah, you made that?"He laughs and nods.

"No way," I say, still can't believe my eyes. He made Shrimp Fettuccine Alfredo.

"Oh, yes."

"Let me taste it," I say, grabbing a fork to try the pasta. There's no way he made this. I take a bite and look at him. "This has no business tasting this good."

He grins and swiftly kisses me. "Glad you liked it. Let's eat!"

He turns his back to me to get plates.

"Where'd you learn to cook this? Seriously, it tastes immaculate."

He grabs a wine and pours me some, continuing to impress me in the kitchen. Oh, I love this guy.

We heard the doorbell ring so my eyes automatically panned to the clock. Who could that be? 

It's already 11 PM.

"Let me check," Tyler said as he walked towards the door. I sat down in a chair and took another bite of the pasta. This is really good.

"Tyler, who is it?" I yelled from the kitchen when he didn't return immediately, but he didn't answer. Who could it be?

"Babe?" I prompted again, but still no response.

I stood up to see who had interrupted our peaceful dinner. My jaw dropped when I saw Mum standing on my patio, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"Babe?" she began, repeating what I said. She glanced at Tyler and then back at me.

"What's going on here? Why is Tyler here?"

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A/N: Few more chapters to goooo! I'll be completing this before year ends guys! Happy Thanksgiving!