Jayla

Tyler's face is in a smolder as he speaks. "Where were you?" he asks again when I don't answer, with his arms crossed over his chest and a frown set on his face.

I sigh and rub my face in tiredness. "Listen, Tyler, I am not in the mood for any of this right now. I just want to sleep. We will talk about this tomorrow."

I walk to my bed, but instead of leaving, he grabs my arm and pulls me to him. His hold on me is strong and firm but not painful. It is too demanding ...