WORDS THAT HURT

Tyler's POV

Tyler sighed and shoved his hands into the pocket of his gray joggers. His eyes were fixated on the white-haired lady laying on his bed with all her hair sprawled out around her.

Tyler hated to think about what he could do with her hair when he was moving inside her and he looked to automatically clear the thoughts away.

It was almost noon yet she was still asleep. He was expecting her to still be asleep anyway. She had woken up twice at night to drown herself in alcohol and it might be stupid but he was really upset with her for drinking.

He bit down on his lower lip as he watched her chest rise and fall to her steady breaths. Suddenly, she was fighting with the covers and turning on the bed.

He watched with silent adoration at the serene look her face was shaped in. She looked so peaceful, so at peace with herself and Tyler felt the memory of her like that would be ingrained in his memory. He was going to do something about it to thin the way it would keep flashing thro