TYLER’s POV
“So, we meet again, red girl.” I whispered into her ear and finally pulled away from her. I was suffocating with her familiar sweet scent and if I won’t pull away, I might crash my lips on her.
“Red girl?” she frowned.
“Yeah, you were wearing red when we first met.” I smiled. “And you owe me for throwing up in my dad’s car.”
She bit her lip. “I don’t remember anything that night.”
“Really?”
“Really what?” she asked and my face darkened.
“Some pervert attacked you that night and I saved you.” I shook my head. “He could have raped you.”
Her eyes widened and I continued.
“And you threw up all over my dad’s car!” I paused. “Twice!”
“R-raped me?” she looked like she didn’t believe in me.
I nodded staring at her intently.
She shook her head and glared at me. “How do I know you’re not that guy?”
“Oh please,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “I don’t force a girl to sleep with me.”