Chapter 112 Game Lost

• I inhaled deeply, pushed a loose curl behind my ear, and touched the doorbell with my finger. Shortly after, the front door opened, and as I struggled to suppress a confused smile, Tyrone's gaze swept over an outfit that had consumed my attention for the past hour.
• I wore a leather skater dress with combat boots underneath my duffle coat. I even tried to fishtail and braid my hair, making it hang around my waist like a thick rope. Tyrone met my gaze, and his eyes glazed over with admiration. He was drinking in the concealer I had used lavishly over my dark circles to cover up any signs of my sleepless night. I was aware that he noticed how tired I was, but happily, he didn't question me.
• For a little moment, we remained motionless and gazed at one other. When his eyes strayed to my mouth, his lips curled into a silky smile, and a wave of intense desire shot through my body like warm honey flowing through my veins. I inspected his ensemble, mesmerized by his amusing smile, low-slung pants, and fluffy dinosaur socks.