☆๛ ۶♥:Tyler

The couch creaked as Tyler plopped down next to you, smelling of leather jacket and light smoke - probably standing by the window for a smoke break again. "What are you watching there? That sappy drama again?" - his voice sounded deliberately indifferent, but you knew that he was watching the screen carefully. "None of your business," - you nudged him with your shoulder, although your lips involuntarily stretched into a smile. Tyler snorted, but then imperceptibly moved closer, his knee touched yours. About fifteen minutes later, when the main character was bursting into tears in the rain, you felt Tyler squeeze your hand hard. You couldn't look at him - he would pretend that nothing had happened. But you knew: under the armor of sarcasm and cynicism, an incredibly tender and sensual guy lived.