Tyler
I knew the moment I set foot into Anna Prescott’s house my day was going to start off more “eventful” than I expected.
I didn’t even want to come out in the first place. I’d woken up feeling like I’d taken a basketball straight to the face, and my stomach ached from all the soda I’d downed the night before.
But somehow, I found myself leaning against the counter, coffee and toast in front of me while Micheal and Brooklyn talked about the party.
And when Sydney finally walked down the stairs, the earth stopped moving.
I couldn’t lie that my eyes had been flicking to the stairs every few seconds, waiting for her to show up. Just to know how she was doing after the party.
Her eyes landed on mine, and her cheeks went red instantly. She tugged at the sweater clinging to her curves,
