Tyler's POV
"Follow me, Tyler," Han said, calm as ever, even while Elvin and Jisoo were still throwing daggers at me with their eyes.
I peeled myself off the emotional floor. I was drained. Mentally, emotionally, physically—but I straightened my spine and followed him anyway. What else was I supposed to do? I could feel Jisoo's glare at my back like a slap. Honestly, what's her problem? She's been on edge with me since day one. Is she secretly into Han or something? Gross. If she is, then she better get over it. Because whatever this thing is between me and Han, it's real. It's confusing, but it's real.
He walked up the stairs like a storm that finally decided to rest. When he reached his room, he entered, but I stopped just outside.
He turned, eyes unreadable. "Enter," he said.
My heart did this annoying little ache. Like it had been waiting to hear that word all day.
I stepped in.
