The sun pours in from the half opened blinds, and I shift in the bed. When I pull in a breath, all I smell is Dolce and Gabbana, which reminds me that I’m not in my apartment. My eyes fly open, and I sit up so fast my head spins. Tyler’s sprawled out on the bed, one arm over his head, the other resting on his defined stomach. The sheets lay right below the deep guidelines cut into his hips. The way the sun glistens off his tanned skin is all but sickening.
