A Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous Mystery

Chapter Twelve

Antoinette's POV

I have to admit, I really do miss being with Greyson, but whenever he comes around, I ignore him completely. He needs to learn his lesson. He needs to learn that what he did was totally wrong in so many ways.

"Tyler!" I whine as I sit in my bed.

My door opens and his head pops in. "Yeah?" he asks.

"Can you get my ice cream?" I ask sweetly.

He sighs. "Fine."

He disappears from my room and runs down the stairs. I shuffle in my bed and turn on the TV. I put it on AMC and my favorite show comes to life on the screen. The Walking Dead.

Tyler comes back in my room with a tub of cookie dough ice cream and two spoons. I furrow my eyebrows at him and look at his hand.

"Why are there two spoons?" I ask.

He smiles. "Because you're sharing. That's why."

I shake my head. "I never said I'm sharing. That's my ice cream."

He shakes his head, flashing a smile. "Technically, since I bought it, it's mine and I'm sharing it with you." I cross my arms over my chest and look at the screen. "Fine then," he says. "If you don't want any, then I'll take it in my room."

He begins to walk away, but I stop him, almost falling off my bed. "Stay!" I shout.

He smirks. "Someone's eager."

I shake my head and hold my hand out. He gives me my spoon and sits on the bed next to me, covering himself with my blanket. The same one I'm under.

His leg lightly brushes mine as he shoves a spoonful of the ice cream in his mouth. I seem to be the only one to notice.

I slide my eyes back to the screen and eat the frozen treat. My mind is still on his touch. He moves his leg a little and now it's touching my entire calve. I feel chills run down my spine and take in a deep breath. I let it all out and feel his gaze on me.

I look at him and bite my lip. He gives me a soft smile before moving his leg away. "Sorry," he apologizes.

I shake my head. "It's fine."

He raises an eyebrow. "It was obviously making you uncomfortable."

I give him a smile. "I'm fine."

Yes, it did make me uncomfortable. Not because I didn't want him to touch me, but because I did.

He shakes his head and scoops out more ice cream. I watch as he shoves it all in his mouth and gets some on his lip ring. I stifle a laugh but he seems to notice.

"What?" he asks.

I point to his lip. He touches his piercing and gets it off. A smile spreads across his face and he wipes it on my cheek.

"Tyler!" I squeal, hitting his chest.

He chuckles and scoops more ice cream on his spoon. He brings it closer to my face and smashes it on my nose.

"You little bitch!" I yell.

I shove my hand in the tub, scooping some out and dropping it in his perfect black hair.

He smiles playfully at me and grabs my arms. He jumps on top of me and holds them on both sides of me so I can't wrench out of his grip.

I only now notice our position.

Tyler's POV

I sit on top of Andi, holding her arms to her sides. Yes, I have already noticed the position we're in and I feel my smile slowly fade as I stare deeply into her eyes.