Then he moved to the closet and pulled out a robe. Not a full outfit just a damn robe. And underneath, I could clearly see he was only wearing boxers. That robe did nothing to hide the huge situation going on beneath it. My eyes dropped for just a second too long pure reflex and I immediately yanked my gaze away, like I'd been burned.
"Are you just going to stare, or are you planning to sleep?" Han tapped the bed beside him, his voice too casual to be innocent.
I gave a weird little smile, half-nod, half-freakout. "No, I'm good. I'll just, uh… crash on the floor here."
He tilted his head. "I didn't bring you here to sleep on the floor, Tyler. If that's what you want, I can show you to the staircase or the passage. Pick one."
"I'm fine, seriously," I insisted, already feeling the flush crawl up my neck.
He arched a brow, voice dipping into that commanding register I hated how much I responded to. "Tyler. Get on the bed."
And that was it. Just like that, I obeyed.
