Han's POV.
I smiled at Tyler.
His face was flushed, just a little, and he wore that familiar, confused expression like he wasn't sure what to do with my attention. It sparked something in me curiosity, maybe something more. I moved toward him.
"When are your friends coming?" I asked casually, letting the music pulse between us. "The real party just started."
He blinked, dazed, like I'd pulled him out of a daydream. "Huh?"
I leaned in. "Hey. You didn't drink any of the red wine, did you?"
He shook his head quickly. "No, no. I didn't. It's just…"
"It's just what?" I stepped closer, teasing.
"When are your friends coming? Your friend and your girlfriend?" His voice came out stiff, and his eyes darted away.
"Ah," I said, watching him. "They should be on their way now."
He nodded, gave me the briefest glance—and then turned and walked away. Avoiding me. Again.
But before I could call him back, I heard another voice behind me. Cold. Familiar.
"So this is it, huh?"
I turned.
