Stop knocking on the door.

Charlotte's pov

I didn't know where the confidence came from, but I believed that I could get Tyler to come to the party. Or maybe it was because I started to sense that Tyler had some kind of liking for me? I still remember what happened when Ava and I came back from the bar and I went into my room, angry because of what Ava accused me of.

He gently knocked on my door until I asked him to come inside. When he saw tears in my eyes, he couldn't bear it and started patting me continuously with both hands. I could see the emotions in his eyes and his actions. Then, out of nowhere, he told me some naughty jokes. One of the jokes was about how a woman who's been sad for a long time can't sexually satisfy her partner in bed because most of her feelings have left her through her tears.

Instantly, I burst into laughter. I had never heard something like that before. It was so funny and arousing.

"How did you know that?" I lifted myself from the bed and sat on the edge, with my legs on