"Just admit it." Tyler says for what feels like the fifteenth time. "You were worried about me."

I roll my eyes, hands displayed in my lap while I stare out the window of the car Lilly drives. "I wasn't."

This was the problem with Tyler and I. Both of us had egos far too big for anyone's good and we were always too stubborn to ever admit anything.

He smirks at me, knowing that we both know better even despite the way my jaw clenches when his eyes land on me.

I don't feel guilty, however, for being... afraid of the thought of something happening to Tyler. I just wish that I didn't feel like my heart was going to fall apart and puncture one of my lungs when the very idea crossed my mind. 

I meet Tyler's gaze in Lilly's rearview mirror, and it's not even two seconds before he mouths the words. You were worried.

"Shut up!" I yell, trying to keep from showing the grin creeping up on my face as I roll my eyes again. 

"You were worried about me." He says it this time in a sing-song voice, his accent still thick and the combination makes me want to laugh even more. He sees it written all over my face. I hate that I'm so transparent. That he can see right through me. 

"Stop." I barely open my mouth when I say the four-letter-word because I'm afraid he'll see the way I'm warring with my own body not to smile at him, or worse, laugh at his stupid antics. 

The playful glint in his green eyes slowly vanishes when they land on my lips for a quick second (if I blinked I might have missed it), and I suddenly realize just how close I've brought my face to his. He fights the beaming of his own smile when he raises his hands in defeat. "Okay, okay." 

I look back down at my manicured nails, eager for the next few minutes to be silent. 

"But, you were worried, right?" 

I roll my head into the back of the seat. "Tyler!"