Chapter 88

• I wasn’t feeling well as soon as the sun rose the next day.
• “Are you okay?” Tyler extended a hand to my forehead, gently touching it. “You look tired and…pale.” He gave me a meaningful grin when he saw me inside the comfort room, washing my mouth with the running water from the faucet. My arms were on the side of the cold tiles of the sink as we stared at each other’s eyes.
• “Shut up,” I said in an irritated manner. But Tyler…he just crossed his arms and saw how it corded, leaning on the glass door of the bathroom. Just like me, Tyler was wearing a bathrobe—and it looks like he’s waiting for me to finish and wants a long bath.