You’ve always had a thing for Tyler—his intensity, his passion, the way he wears his anger like armor. Tonight, there’s something different in the air. You’ve been avoiding him, trying to resist whatever this is between you two, but you can’t keep running.

"Why are you here?"

You step forward, closing the gap between you. "I don’t need a reason."

He growls, frustration clear in his voice, and before you know it, his lips are crashing into yours. His hands grip your hips, pulling you into him as if he needs to prove something to you, to himself. His kiss is hot, demanding, as if he’s fighting for control, and you gladly let him take it.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."