There was an immeasurable part of Sofie, burrowed deep into the winding roots of who she fundamentally was that had clung, claws out to the hope that Tyler Wilson cared as little about her as she had convinced herself he did. That when she went away, it was a fluke that he had taken the fall for her mistake. Not that she had any regrets for crashing Kalebâs car; for that crime, there were none- but for hurting Tyler, for putting him in danger, the regret was massive, the guilt never-ending. Â Seeing him now, catching her gaze, it was as if he was almost happy to see her, an emotion she couldnât do anything with. Happiness was a slippery emotion, silky soft and warm, sometimes it left warm and burned to remind Sofie that she didnât deserve it. So she dropped the offending thing, and she ran. In this case, it was seeing Tyler without anger, the anger she was convinced she deserved.Â
Sofie closed her eyes, not to hide - to convince herself to be scathing, fire with fire. As she heard Tyler enter, Sofieâs blue hues flickered open as he began to walk away. There would be no fury like the fury of being ignored. Her breath rose sharp and exhaled from her nose in an indignant scoff. Â Her full name rolling off his tongue left palpable emotion in the air, one that demanded attention, refused to adhere to the reality Sofie had convinced herself of, she hated when people faulted her low expectations.Â
Her boots squeaked as Sofie pushed herself forward, her fingers reaching to grab him, brushing his arm Sofie furrowed her brows, âWait.â There was no question in her tone, no pleading, no promises of apology, just a word that she had hoped could be enough. The please she knew he deserved coated her tongue, Sofie harshly swallowed. Â "You shouldnât sound so surprised- I did let you go to jail for me.â Her voice shook a slight crack in her demeanor, the only betrayal to any genuine emotion. Â Sofie pulled his arm; she didnât want to be in the openness of the main museum; she wanted to be tucked safely away.Â
âWhy did you do something so fucking stupid?â Sofie asked, a flicker of a sad smile ghosting her lips. âIf you wanted prison quality food I could have cooked.â Sofie fidgeted, unable to stand still, her fingers worried around a lock of hair, her gaze looking in his direction but unable to fall on his face for longer than a heartbeat that always felt like it would shatter her bone cage and betray everything she had done to protect who she had left. She hoped he knew her well enough, she was talking- reaching, it was as close to asking him to stay she could get.
Wait. One word. A single syllable, but said with enough conviction to stop him dead in his tracks. Her fingers felt cold on his arm, but she didnât sound cold. There was a hint of genuine emotion in her tone that sparked a hope in his heart Tyler would never admit too. In his mind, he had no shot in hell with her, but at least, sometimes, she gave him attention. It was pathetic, really, his near need just to be noticed by her. Â Sofie felt like a drug. His favorite drug. Addicting and dangerous, but they didnât make NA for hair and a heartbeat.
âI donât know.â Tylerâs answer was clipped but honest. He didnât know why heâd taken the fall. He did, however, have an idea as to why, less than an hour after making bail for her DUI, he made his way to her ex-fiancĂ©s apartment to beat him an inch short of his life. Heâd never left someone so bloody before. A pulp of a man. It still surprised Tyler he only was charged with assault. Probably had a lot to do with the threats heâd made to expose Kaleb as a man who beat on women. Even though, deep down, he knew heâd never expose Sofie to that kind of public scrutiny.
At her bad joke about prison food, Tyler actually laughed. The sound came out choked, though. Like all the air had been knocked out of his chest. âYeah.. youâre a shit cook..â
It was hard not to notice how fidgety Sofie was. If he didnât know for a fact she was clean, heâd think her in withdraw. His hand rose to cup her face. Her cheek was fuller than before. The pad of his thumb caressed the supple curve, remembering back to time when it was hollow. Did he blame himself for her addiction? No, but he knew his presence in her life made it harder to stay sober. Because what did he have to give her but drugs? Not money or fame, and certainly not love. At least, not any sort of it he could admit to. And yet, the longer they stood their staring, the harder it was for Tyler to walk away. He should have. He should have let her disappear down the hall like she wanted. If he really loved her, he might have, but Tyler was too selfish. An addict in his own way. And she ? Quite obviously, his favorite substance.
The crash of his mouth into hers was sudden, but warm with an electrifying charge that made him care little about their surroundings. Two arms, defined in shape, crushed Sofieâs tiny frame to his. It crumpled  the cashmere fabric of her sweater, which he was just moments from lifting up. You wanna get out of here? Lingered on his tongue, but the flesh seemed to busy to utter such sensible words. Instead, Tyler backed them into a corner wall, where he could only hope no cameras were pointed.
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