Chapter 59: You Aren't Special

(TYLER)

"I know," he rumbles. "That's one of the reasons I like you." He cups my cheek and I lean into his palm. He looks surprised but pleased at the same time. "I like how you keep me guessing all the time, Tyler."

He laughs huskily then leans down and presses his lips to mine in a warm delicate kiss. Sasha being this gentle is unusual. Most of the time we kiss, it's usually raw, primal hunger. This time, the kiss feels different. The graze of his soft lips on mine makes my heart flutter with need.

I don't understand this man, or his ever-changing mood and most of all, I don't understand myself for reacting to him like I'm doing. After all he's put me through, I should hate him. I should loathe him.

But I don't.