Chapter 7: Want to Try It Out?
A low voice above me:
"What about this one?"
Huh? I look up. His expression is unreadable, but there’s a challenge in his eyes.
He lifts a brow, nodding at the T-shirt I’m wearing. My brain flatlines.
Does he mean… does he want me to… take it off? Right here?
My blood runs cold, then hot. I can’t breathe.
No time to question it—I scurry toward the bedroom.
"Oh, okay, just a sec—"
His hand catches mine. His grip is warm, strong, and sends a jolt through me.
"Tyler—"
I try to pull away, but he only draws me closer. The space between us shrinks, the air thickening.
My heart is pounding so hard, I can barely think.
"No need."
No need? I sag in relief—
But Tyler pulls me closer still. His other hand lifts, hooking the hem of the T-shirt.
My breath hitches. The world narrows to this moment, this touch.
His fingers slide up the fabric, higher, higher…
Tyler drapes the shirt, now carrying my scent, over his arm. He holds it like it’s precious.
"Ms. Lin, about you getting every question right earlier—seems like there’s something you’re not sure about?"
"Huh? No, no…"
He leans in, his breath brushing my lips, voice loaded with double meaning:
"Want to try it out?"













