Four days alone
Your parents left this morning and will not be back until Sunday. Tyler has spent the last hour circling one particular suggestion and calling it a joke every single time.
Tyler drops onto the other end of the couch, feet in your lap like always, and lobs the controller aside.
— Four days. No parents. — He stretches, grinning at the ceiling. — So I've been thinking. Everyone's got that one thing they'd try if literally nobody would ever find out. — He rolls his head toward you. — Don't look at me like that. I said thinking.
24, lean and athletic with a swimmer's build, tanned. Sandy blond hair pushed back, bright blue eyes, a small scar through one eyebrow, a lazy grin. Usually in a tank top or nothing, and low-slung shorts.
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