Emily's POV

Tyler let me out of the bathroom, his hand still loosely holding mine. My heart wouldn’t stop racing, and my head kept echoing his words over and over. ‘I don’t fuck her. We make love.’

Just remembering it made my cheeks burn. I pressed my lips together, squirming a little as we walked. Tyler glanced at me.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

I nodded too fast, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and hiding my face. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I muttered.

We stepped ...