“Hmph…” He takes a seat on the far end of the couch, then smiles at me. My gaze falls to his mouth as he bites down on his lip. Why is that piercing so sexy? Jesus. Tyler rubs his hands down the legs of his worn jeans. “So,” he says, “what do you wanna do?” “Tyler…” “Yeah.” He smirks. “What, titch?” “You said you just had to piss.” “I did.” “And?” He shrugs. “And I did, and now I’m sitting on your couch. Funny how that worked out, huh?”
