Tyler's POV
I know I'm making either the dumbest decision of my life… or the worst.
I should be heading home, maybe calling Eric and trying to salvage whatever's left of that friendship or at the very least, lick my wounds. But instead, here I am. Sitting in a cab, heading straight back to the reason Anne and I cracked open in the first place. Back to his place. Han Sora.
He asked me to spend the night, and I
.like the perfect fool said yes. Not even a second thought. Not even a flicker of doubt. What I should be doing is building walls between me and this chaos. What I should be doing is running.
But instead?
I dove headfirst into it.
And the worst part?
I don't regret it.
As we sped through the city, the streetlights flickering like fading memories against the glass, I felt something twist inside me not guilt. Not shame. Not even fear.
It was excitement.
