Brooklyn
I pulled away from Carter. This bubble we seemed to have been in suddenly popped, making my head turn towards the door just as Tyler came walking in.
“Why didn’t you call me?” He rushed.
“Tyler, what are you doing here?” Who told him I was here?
Carter pushed his chair back before standing. “You can’t be in here,” he snapped, making Tyler stop halfway through the room.
“Like hell I can’t, I’m her–wait.” Tyler blinked his eyes rapidly, seeming focused more on Carter now than me. “Why the f**k are you here?” He spat.
Wait, did he know Carter? Tyler’s eyes darted between us, causing me to shift on the bed awkwardly.
“What’s going on, babe? Why the hell is he here?” Tyler asked suspiciously.
I swallowed hard, unsure on how to even answer that question because truthfull
