I go straight upstairs. Tugging my hair down from my ponytail, I moan my relief and massage my scalp with my fingertips. I toss my purse on my bed, kick off my shoes, and glance toward the bathroom. It’s dark, but Tyler’s door is open, and his light is on. He walks into the bathroom while I’m still staring in that direction. Shirtless, jeans unbuttoned, he’s got a shirt in one hand and the other is running through his messy hair when he spots me.
