He makes everything ten times better. I’ve always known he was intoxicating to be around—since the first time I met him I’ve been entranced—and it has nothing to do with his beauty. I look over at him, see his bright green eyes crinkling with a grin. Plush, too-pink lips and smile lines carved into his cheeks. No. It’s not about what he looks like at all. It’s him, just as he is, like a magnet pulling forever at my focus until all I can see is him. Tyler makes me feel small and naive, silly.
