Monica brushed her hair, humming a random tune as she reminisced the incident with Tyson. It had felt so different than all those times she had spent with other men. Even though she had had s*x with a number of people, that small, insignificant moment with Tyson had been the sexiest moment of her life. And she hated it. She hated the way she felt for him, no matter how much he got on her nerves. She hated how her heart would melt whenever he would show the slightest concern, or even when his skin would lightly brush against hers.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a commotion from downstairs, and she placed the brush down, frowning. There was yelling, and her eyes widened when she realized that Tyson had just went downstairs. She quickly walked outside and to the stairs,
