Ally's POV
I struggled to try and swallow the steak in my mouth as Tyler thoughtfully poured me a glass of white wine.
"Drink slowly, we don't have anything urgent to do next." He propped his head up, his serious gaze looking like he was admiring a wonderful painting of art.
I was slightly annoyed by his stare, and then a wave of shyness flooded my brain. I think I must have blushed bright red.
"Don't stare at me like that, Tyler," I said, twisting my head away as I tried to hide my subtle emotions.
"Ally, I don't know what words to use to describe you." Tyler looked at me with a gaze that was as hot as lava, and I gazed into his eyes as I tried to read something in his gaze.
"Sometimes you're like a prim, cold warrior." Tyler paused and continued, "But sometimes, you are like a gent
