Continued from “Ghost of You and Me”
I tried to slip out from under him and escape without waking him up. But Tyler stirred and opened his eyes.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
He yawned widely and stared up at me. After I’d changed out of my party clothes into an oversized T-shirt, Tyler had kicked off his shoes, thrown his feet over the sofa’s armrest and leaned his head onto my lap. He might have been comfortable but I wasn’t. My lap was numb.
“I’m going to bed. And don’t give me those drunk puppy dog eyes. I already said that you can crash on the couch tonight. Just not with me under you.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized my Freudian slip but it flew over Tyler’s head and I thanked God for that.
“I’m not drunk.” He tried to get up in one smooth motion but failed. His head fell back into my lap. “Okay, maybe just a little.”
I stroked his hair and laughed at how quickly Tyler gave up.
“Well, you’re crazy if you think I’m staying like this all night.”
“Why not? I’m so comfy.”
He laughed, closed his eyes and enjoyed my fingers running through his hair. I stopped as soon as I realized what I’d been doing.
“I see that,” I said. Tyler’s grin slowly turned into a serious look. “What’s wrong?”
“You. Are. Beautiful.”
He reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear. I’d seen that look on his face more than once and wanted to cut him off at the knees.
I brushed his hand away but he ignored me.
“I can tell you almost anything, Laney.”
He continued to play with a lock of my hair, twirling it around and around his finger.
“Almost?” I was curious to know what he meant.
“Yeah, almost. I just don’t know why you can’t do the same.”
“What do you mean? I share a lot of things with you that I normally wouldn’t with other people.”
“So why haven’t you told me what happened with your ex?”
“Because talking about him would be a waste of my breath and time.”
“Okay, fine. Have you always told me the truth?”
“Tyler, if I can’t tell the truth, I prefer not say anything at all. That’s how I try to live my life.”
He was giving me that look again.
“If that’s the case, then tell me the truth about why I can’t be your rebound guy?”
Tyler was serious and looked up at me expecting an answer. I got up so abruptly that he had no choice but to sit up. I tried to lighten the mood.
“Because even though you’re pretty, you can be as dumb as a box of rocks.”
“Come on, don’t try to joke this off Laney. I’m asking you for a real answer.”
“Tyler, we’ve already talked about this. I’m going to bed.”
He grabbed my hand so that I couldn’t go anywhere. “Be truthful with me Laney.”
“Because we’re just friends.”
He stood up and towered over me.
“You know that’s not true.” Tyler leaned in and kissed my forehead. “We both know that there’s more to us than friendship.”
As my mind raced to find a logical argument, Tyler nuzzled his nose into the crease of my neck and held me close.
“Ty, that’s just the alcohol talking. You’re with Britney, remember?”
“I’ve never been more sober in my life Laney. And forget about Britney. You know that there’s nothing real with her. She’s just not you.”
His hand was on the small of my back, pushing me closer into him. My chest crushed against his abdomen. When he dipped his head down and I felt his tongue on my collarbone, all resistance left my body.
“Can you honestly look me in the eye and tell me I’m wrong about us? ”
Tyler pulled away and gazed down at me. In the heat of the moment, I couldn’t find my words and when he saw that I couldn’t respond, he grinned.
“That’s just what I thought Laney. If you can’t tell the truth, you’d prefer not say anything at all, right?”
Continued – “I’m Your Man”.
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