Best Kept Promise (Best Kept #2)

Chapter 15: Can You Reach My Face Now?

Song: Vicious Love by New Found Glory Feat. Hayley Williams

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"Put that down!"

I dangle a worn out t-shirt in front of Tyler and a pair of scissors in the other hand. "You are not taking this on tour!" I tell him. "If this shirt goes, I'm not going."

He tries to reach for it, but I jerk it back. "My mom gave me that shirt when I was two," he retorts. "It's going with me!"

I laugh and tuck it behind my back, then slid the scissors on his closet shelf. "Then hang it back up so we can finish your packing or I swear I'll cut it up. I saw my mom do it to my dad's Metallica shirt. I'm pretty sure he cried over it..."

"And I'll cry over my ACDC shirt," he says. "My mom got that at one of their shows and then met them while wearing it. I'd say it's pretty damn lucky." He proceeds to reach behind me and he gets a grip on it.

We're close, maybe a little too close. "Back off," I whisper and try not to laugh. "You still have to help me pack."

His grip only tightens and his other hand reaches around until it's clasped over my wrist. "Let go of the shirt and no one gets hurt."

I push out my bottom lip. "Are you trying to sound intimidating? Because all it does is make me wanna squish your cheeks."

He pulls on the shirt, but not hard enough to free it from me. We all know Tyler could easily take it from me and shit, I'd let him at this point. I feel like he's enjoying this as much as I am right now.

Tyler's bent over me, our chests close to touching, but not yet. His eyes bore into mine and now I know why they say eyes are the window to your soul. It feels like he's invading my mind and my stupid heart. "Pinch my cheeks," he says lowly. "I dare you."

When I start to release my hand on the shirt, I slowly smile and hold on tighter. "Nice try, loser," I say. "You're not taking this shirt. I'll call your mom if you don't behave."

The corner of his mouth tips into a smirk that's ultimately terrifying. "I'll let you punish me later," he says.

I roll my eyes so hard, I'm pretty sure I saw a glimpse of my brain. "Now you wonder why I talk about smacking you all the time."

Tyler snorts. "Keep talking, sunshine."

It takes me a minute. "Why are you like this?"

"Man, I get that question a lot and the best thing I can come up with is that I'm from another planet. Which, you know, wouldn't be too bad."

"You definitely look like an alien," I tell him. "Now get away from me before I yell for Lucy to come kick your ass."

Tyler pulls and our bodies meet. He smiles at me and I still want to hit him to make him stop. Knowing him he'd be completely amused by it. "You have big eyes," he informs me. "Soft brown that reminds me of—"

"If you say shit, I swear you'll hit the floor faster than you can say your name."

He smirks again and my breath hitches in my throat. "I was actually going to say they remind me of summer, but I was thinking shit too."

Why do I want to kill him and kiss him at the same time?

"Are we still on this?" He asks.