Tyler's POV.
Over the next couple of days, I could feel her eyes on me; she practically watched my every move, treating me like an egg. She brought my food to my room or my study personally, and even if I refused to talk to her, it just didn't matter to her.
That was not the kind of reaction I was expecting from her. I had wanted to open up to her before, but anytime I tried to, it felt scary to reveal that part of me. When she began to treat me like this, regardless of the horrible ways I had treated her, it made me reconsider everything I had ever done.
Liam, on the other hand, didn't speak much. He cared for me in his own way, but I could see that he was hurt, and I didn't want to push him too far, so I just went along with the mood.
One evening, I sat in my study going through some
