Page 39 of Every Broken Promise
“What happened? Why are you back so soon?” my mom immediately asked.
“You used to stay out longer when you were in high school,” my daddy added.
“Yeah, I guess I’m growing up.”
It looked like my mom wanted to say more. Of course she was aware that it was Tyler’s birthday. He would probably be over for a special Sunday dinner. Although she had not mentioned it.
“You want to join us, June bug?” my dad asked as he patted the spot next to him.
“Let me go wash up,” I told them as I headed over to my room.
I took out my silky pajamas, and then grabbed my nighttime routine regimen and took my clothes to the bathroom with me. Once in there, I decided to jump quickly in the shower. There was nothing that couldn’t be solved by a hot-as-fuck shower.
At this rate, I would miss most of the movie, but at least I was relaxed. Once I was done, my face looked like a glazed donut, and a towel was wrapped around my head when I made my way back to my room so I could put my laundry away.
Not paying much attention, I put the clothing in the bin, and when I turned around, I saw the shadow of someone sitting on my bed.
“What the fuck?” I said loud enough that my parents would have heard me if they weren’t watching a movie.
My stomach dropped, and my hand came to my chest as if I were trying to stop my poor, scared heart from beating out.
Tyler Kane was sitting on my bed. His feet were on the floor, and his hands were resting on the mattress on either side of him. He looked relaxed like he belonged here. We had done this before, but that was then, and now he was not welcome.
He didn’t look drunk—actually, his face was impassive.
“If you really wanted me out, you would have locked your window.” He shrugged as if he had read my mind.
My mouth opened and closed at the audacity in his tone.
“My window was closed. You were the psychopath who decided just because it was unlocked that it somehow meant you were welcome to come inside.”
He cocked his head.
That’s when I remembered I was fresh from my nighttime routine, and he just ruined it. His eyes met mine for a few seconds before they began to wander down my body.
It was the second time he had done that. The first time had been on my first day back—but that had been a mistake. Tyler had known me for years, and not once had he ever sexualized me. Hell, past me would have welcomed it at any chance.
My tank top was short and tight, the material flimsy and perfect for sleeping in warmer weather. The shorts were soft and stuck to my skin like a second skin. I couldn’t help but shift under his scrutiny.
“Close the door, Astrid,” he mumbled as he faced me again.
There was a grin on his face that made the bastard look sexy.
I crossed my arms, forgetting about how I looked, and glared at him.
“Get out of my room, Tybamate.”
This time, he didn’t seem annoyed at the fact that I wasn’t saying his name. He smirked at me.
“You’re going to have to say my name eventually, beautiful.”
“My name is Astrid. And that’s never going to happen, you tyrant.”
He scowled at that word.
“Fine, don’t close the door, beautiful, but then don’t complain when your parents catch us in bed together.”
The way he said it sounded sexual, and there was nothing sexual about this.
