As Tyler spat out his last few words, he hung up without waiting for a reply.

Anna finished her cigarette in silence, watching the smoke curl toward the ceiling. Before long, Athena returned from the market, arms full of groceries.

She headed straight for the kitchen and began to prepare dinner.

Tyler stood in the doorway, just watching her as she bustled around the small space.

He lingered there for a while, saying nothing. Athena could feel his gaze prickling against her back until, finally, he moved. He walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You really plan on cooking for me at this hour? Aren't you tired?"

He wasn't the kind of person to overthink things. After his last major surgery, he'd promised himself that he'd do whatever he wanted in this life, never letting anything—or anyone-hold him back. Family, love, friendship... to him, all of that was fleeting. All he cared about was making himself happy.

He never knew how much time he had left, so he lived for the moment, grabbing at any scrap of joy he could find.

lan's words earlier had finally made him realize it-he actually liked Athena. Maybe it wasn't some grand, earth-shaking affection, but for him, it was rare enough to be precious.

No wonder she could always get under his skin. He only got angry because he cared.

If Athena liked him too, why not give it a shot? If she ever disappointed him, he could always walk away. After all, there were plenty of women out there-why tie himself down to just one?

vegetables, unfazed by

down and brushed his lips

to make me care about you, right? Well, I


smirked, picturing how moved she must be

paused for a second before answering,

smile faded from Tyler's face. "Really

looked as cheerful as

waist, harder than necessary. "Don't turn things upside down. You're cooking to get my attention, right? So now you're ignoring me for the sake of dinner? Is it really worth

his face in her neck, pressing a line of kisses against

out of his grasp. "I told you, not tonight. If you still have energy

Tyler swept the vegetables from

everywhere, and the pot on the stove was boiling over, hissing and

at each other in the

to be nice to you,

down, reaching to pick up

on the vegetables, grinding them into the tile. "Fine. Live your whole life clinging


stormed out, threw on his coat,

because she told him to go back to another. woman?

night, Tyler drove straight back to Greenfield,

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