Page 89 of Every Broken Promise
Please don’t turn around to look at me.
Seeing Tyler’s face right now terrified me, because all I could think about was the way he looked above me as he thrust into me. The intensity in his eyes as he took every detail of my face while we were connected was something that was still fucking with me days later.
Rachel rolled her eyes at my comment.
“There’s no coffee here.”
“There is no good coffee here, so I might as well get a drink,” I said, then acknowledged Zeke and Adam because I was still refusing to look at Tyler.
“Adam, Zeke.”
I should have known better than to think Tyler would keep quiet.
“Come on, Astrid, don’t be like that.”
Surprisingly, his tone was playful. Okay, so he wasn’t annoyed with me or mad, and that made my stomach tingle. When I spoke, I had a bit of a smirk going on.
“Did you hear something?” I asked Rachel. “Sounded like some kind of mouse.”
At my words, Adam burst out laughing.
“I’m going to go help EZ before he loses it. Later.” Adam got up and threw some bills on the bar. Okay, so he definitely didn’t know; otherwise, he would have stayed so he could watch me squirm. I kept waiting for Tyler to follow suit. Instead, he rose to his full height and bent his head so his mouth was right by my ear.
“You can ignore me all you want, Astrid. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m sorry, Tylenol. Did you say something to me?” I lifted my head toward him and narrowed my eyes. It wasn’t precisely a glare, but it was armor. I just needed not to picture him fucking me as he stood in front of me.
“Really?”
He was amused.
His eyes got darker, and I swear the air was thicker. It was safe to say the asshole was getting off on this.
“Listen, Thyroid, I’m going to sit over there—” I pointed to the seat Adam had just vacated “—and we will pretend like we can’t see one another.
At least until I get myself in check and don’t picture you fucking me.
Tyler let me go as I took Adam’s spot, and then Zeke just shook his head, amused at me, but he got me the seltzer I asked for. I had just taken a drink when I remembered why I was looking for Rachel in the first place.
See, Tyler was terrible for my mental health.
“Oh, my God,” I screeched.
“What happened?” Ty was out of his seat again, and I could see concern in his eyes. I should have been annoyed by how he seemed to be attuned to my moods, but instead, I found it endearing.
“No one is talking to you, Typo.” I glared at him this time. He needed to keep his cool, or else that ‘I fucked Tyler Kane’ tattoo would be moot because he would give it all away. Instead, I did my best to keep looking at Rachel.
“I forgot why I was looking for you. There was a man holding flowers on your front porch!”
It seemed like the barstools at Zeke’s were wonky because, this time, it was Rachel who appeared to be falling. Tyler was faster than me, and he held on to her. I felt a twinge of jealousy at their closeness, which I found annoying, and I blamed it on the fact that I had the asshole’s sperm inside of me a few days ago—it was probably trying to rewrite my DNA.
That was another thing I needed to talk to him about once I figured out how to actually speak to him. I thought there was some sort of etiquette for a guy finishing inside of you. Isn’t there some code or manual to jizz invagineaction? Finishing inside a girl on the first date seems kinda rude, ya know?
“Are you okay, Rach?” Tyler asked.
Behind us, someone asked the same question Ty did with less concern and more bite to their tone.
It was the same man I had seen earlier, and now that I could look at him properly, I noticed two things. The first thing that struck me was he was absolutely gorgeous. The second was that I recognized him from the society pages.
