Although the cool liquid in my wine helped to alleviate the dryness in my throat, it did nothing to alleviate the tightness that was twisting in my chest. I lifted my glass of wine to my lips.
On the other side of the table, Tyler's gaze remained stationary and unmoving as it remained fixated on me.
It was he who was waiting for my response.
Initially, I intended to politely decline his offer. Or at the very least, say something neutral, something that will deflect and maintain the integrity of my barriers.
On the contrary, the words that came out of my mouth were as follows:
"What about Julie?" you will ask.
I was taken aback when he laughed, which was a low, rich sound that sent a shiver down my neck. His brow arched slightly, and then, to my astonishment, he laughed.
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