Philophobic : Tyler Galpin

26: Figure You Out

Sunday, November 11th

[author's pov]

Tyler awoke to the sound of Victoria getting ready as her belongings quietly clattered. Their room was dim, casting light upon her figure as she finished the touch ups of her makeup. She was solely focused on herself, she didn't notice Tyler staring at her for at least five minutes.

His eyes lingered on her, wondering how it was possible to enhance someone so beautiful already. He found it hard to break away as he noticed the time. It was eight in the morning, later than he usually awoke. He cleared his throat.

"Good morning," Tyler said in a quiet tone after last night's unspoken tension.

She glanced over her shoulder and smiled lightly. "Sorry, did I wake you?"

Tyler shook his head, not wanting to worry her. "No, the morning did," he reassured with a smile, wondering if it was best to ignore last night or talk about it. But he knew it was an important day for her, so he didn't say anything.

Victoria had returned to doing her hair as he smiled and watched in littlest admiration as he could, not wanting to come off as obsessed.

"There are leftovers for breakfast, but there will be lunch with the hosts before my performance," she said.

Tyler nodded and said, "I think I'll shower."

She acknowledged his statement with a light hum before he got out of bed with a slight groan. She tried her best to keep her eyes on herself in the mirror as she noticed he'd gotten hot last night and removed his shirt. In all honesty, she couldn't help but take in the sight of his bare back in the mirror. He disappeared into the bathroom as she returned to doing her hair.

By the time Tyler had finished showering, he changed into a neat suit and tie. It was a cream-colored suit and a navy collared undershirt–with a matching cream-colored tie. His outfit was meant to match hers as he stepped out of the bathroom (After blow drying his hair) and his eyes laid upon her.

He was captivated by her stunning appearance as she adjusted her dress. It was cream colored just like his–the collar part sheer (embedded with crystals) as it began to solidify at her breasts and down to accentuate her torso almost like a corset. Its skirt ran a little ways down past her ankles, but that would be no problem with her navy heels. Her skirt was satin and stitched to look layered.

She'd also put on a navy crystal bracelet and had put her hair up with an elegant navy pin. The two colors never failed her as she fixed her appearance in the mirror. Tyler approached her from behind and admired her even more–from the fact that she strived for perfection even as she immersed in it.

He was speechless for a second as he managed to say, "You're perfect."

She turned around and glanced at him nervously. She also couldn't deny how good he looked–not just from his suit, but the way his eyes settled on her as if she were the only matter in the world.

And perhaps that was true to him, but she stubbornly brushed it aside.

"Thank you," she smiled and fiddled with the necklace in her hand. "Would you mind helping me with this?"

Tyler shook his head. "Not at all."

He took the dainty necklace from her hand as she turned around. His cold hands were the very opposite of her warm neck as he brushed against it with his fingertips ever so lightly. Disappointment settled when he had finished fastening the clasp of her necklace.

She smiled and admired herself for a second before asking, "Would you mind if I photographed us?"

Tyler smiled and took out his own phone from his pocket. The two stood beside each other in the mirror as she smiled and hung onto his free arm for the photo. She had a shy smile as he smiled brightly and took the photo. More than what she knew.