Please! Help me Logan!
Tyler's chin rested on Jean's shoulder, his breath warm against her ear as his arms stayed locked around her waist. Jean's tears slipped silently down her cheeks, each one carrying despair, fear and an unspoken plea for Logan.
But to Tyler, those tears meant something else entirely.
He tilted his head, catching the glimmer of wetness on her lashes, and a satisfied smile curved on his lips. "See? You're already starting to feel it," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "You're realizing that no one will ever love you the way I do."
Jean stiffened, her heart sinking lower than the ocean waves she once thought would be her grave. He thought her tears were for him.
"Don't fight it, darling," he continued, his voice tender yet terrifying. "This… us… it's destiny. Soon you'll thank me for saving you from that fake world. From him."
