Emily's POV
Tyler let me out of the bathroom, his hand still loosely holding mine. My heart wouldn’t stop racing, and my head kept echoing his words over and over. ‘I don’t f**k her. We make love.’
Just remembering it made my cheeks burn. I pressed my lips together, squirming a little as we walked. Tyler glanced at me.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.
I nodded too fast, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and hiding my face. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I muttered.
We stepped into the main area, and that was when Wendy spotted us. She rushed toward us.
“Emily! I was about coming to you, but Tyler said he would go. I hope that bastard didn’t do anything” she said, frowning.
Tyler’s expression didn’t change much. “If I see him anywhere near her again, he’ll get ar
