"Tyler, what are you doing? Why do you continue to do this? Confusing me like this?"
The words flew out of my mouth, sharp and trembling.
The car's hum ceased abruptly as he slammed his hand into the gearshift and turned to face me, his jaw tense and his eyes blazing with something I couldn't figure out.
"I can't keep doing this," I said, my voice wavering. "I'm walking on eggshells, trying not to let my guard down. Not when you're drawing me in so hard."
The tension in the air felt oppressive as he peered at me.
For a minute, I assumed he wouldn't respond, but then he leaned back and ran a hand through his hair, his knuckles white from the force.
"You think this is easy for me?" He said, his voice low and frustrated.
I looked at him, shocked. "What?"
He breathed shar
