Diora
“Babe, get the door!” I heard Chris holler from inside. I wrapped my arms around myself, shifting my weight on the other foot.
I ignored the freezing temperature out here that only made my robe appear more sheer than it was. My teeth were practically chattering and the feeling of my keys brushing my skin as they met my arm intensified the shivers that crept up my spine.
I stole a glance at my car in the driveway, dwelling on the fact that I would have walked from my place to Tyler's if I had given in to the urge to keep prancing around the streets aimlessly.
The door swung open, and I snapped my head in its direction, my eyes meeting Tyler's bright green ones. They immediately grew pale and alarmed when they registered my appearance.
“D?” he sounded surprised. “Is everything oka
