With You

Chapter 11

I wake up and remember that I'm in Tyler's room. I look over to see that he's not in bed anymore, but I hear the shower running and I know he's in there. I check my phone and see that I have messages from Madison and Ava and three missed calls from Josh. I call him back.

"Where the fuck are you," he roars.

"Hi, I'm fine thanks for asking," I say sarcastically.

"Cut the bullshit, Lynn. Where are you? I was so worried."

I debate if I want to tell him the truth because he's no longer a fan of Tyler's.

"Uh-" I'm speechless because Tyler walks out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

He smiles at me. "Look who's up. Morning, Addy." He walks over and kisses me on the forehead.

"Addy? Who the hell is that, Lynn? Are you with Tyler?" Josh says getting irritated.

Fuck I forgot he was on the phone.

"Uh, yeah let me call you back," I say, not really paying attention to anything but the hot as sin guy in front of me.

"I swear to God Lynn if you're-" I don't get to hear the rest of what he says because I hang up the phone and put it on do not disturb.

I know me and Tyler really need to talk, but the only thoughts in having are naughty. I take him in again and part my lips. He's a work of art. Fuck me. Whoa, who am I right now, I think to myself. I'm liking whoever has possessed my body for the moment.

Tyler looks at me and sighs. "Look," he runs his fingers through his hair and I know he's nervous. "We really need to talk."

"Yes," I swallow hard, "we do, but please put some clothes on because I won't be able to focus," I pant.

He displays the biggest smile and drop his towel. "Your wish is my command."

I open my mouth and shock and don't even bother to close it. I stare at him like a creep until he puts a pair of boxers on. He sits next to me and lifts his hand up to close my mouth. "You're so innocent and cute. I love that about you."

"Let's talk," I murmur, trying not to overanalyze the fact that he basically said he loved me. Okay he didn't say he loved me, but he danced around it.

He exhales and faces his whole body towards me. "I'm so fucking stupid, Addy."

I open my mouth to tell him he's not but he raises his hand up. "Please, let me finish," he grabs my hand. "That night I seen you and Cooper in the backyard, I went crazy. I clearly seen him kiss you, but I wasn't thinking. I just had all of these wild thoughts in my head. I felt stupid. I thought you lied to me and I should've known better, God I should have," he says painfully. "But I went right into that kitchen and started drinking like crazy. That was my fault, baby. Don't blame yourself for that. I chose to not talk to you about it and drink, you didn't drive me to that. When you came into the kitchen to talk to me, I know I hurt you. I care about you so fucking much, but I knew it was easier to hurt you than to express my feelings. I'm not used to feeling this way. I've never felt this way about anyone. Please forgive me."

A tear escapes my eye and he reaches up to wipe it away. "Fuck, I'm making you cry again? I swear to God I'm not trying to hurt you. I just want you back."

I shake my head and squeeze his hand. "No, you're not hurting me. I'm just overwhelmed." I lean to him and kiss his lips. "I forgive you."

He returns my kiss. At first it starts off slow and steady but then it gets heated. He grabs me by the waist and hikes up my sweatshirt. I lay against the pillow and he climbs on top of me and unclasp the hook that's holding my bra together. "Your lips are so soft when you cry," he whispers.