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Look, you could call me crazy, but I swear I could feel some ‘tension’ between Tyler and me. While I didn't think I felt anything for him, I hated how I felt around him. I was a 24-year-old woman—not a teenager; I couldn’t understand why I always felt anxious around him.
I had gone to him to ask him to help me learn how to control my powers— mind you, this was proving to be quite the challenge. Now, I know what you're probably thinking: ‘Ask your father; he has probably never been this idle since he became an adult.’ Well, that was in itself the issue. I didn't want him to worry, and worry was something Dad was very good at doing.
“Screw this,” I let out as I recalled how Tyler's face was when he held my hands. I could swear that he wanted to kiss me.
Everything was written bol
