Chapter 146 A Breakthrough Ii

• Even with his lifeless hair, chapped lips, bloodshot eyes, hollow cheekbones, and dull gaze, he was striking. Tyrone added a weirdly seductive appeal to the physical side effects of our broken relationship. Even now, I could not resist the impulse to put my hands on his chest, yank him back down to the floor, and kiss him until our breath left us.
• "We must have a conversation," I at last said.
• With a sharp cough, Tyrone took a second pull from his marijuana.