Only Him (Only One 1)

“Uhh…a dark roast?”

“I have Southern blaze and sunshine rain.”

Tyler looks at me, and I hold back a laugh. Marjorie roasts her own beans and makes her own unique blends.

“Surprise me,” Tyler finally says.

“I’ll take a pumpkin cream with almond milk,” I confirm.

“Comin’ right up.” Marjorie tells us the total. Tyler lets go of my hand and grabs his wallet, and I immediately miss his touch.

After he’s paid, she pours a plain coffee and directs Tyler to the cream and sugar on the other side.

“That’s Tyler Blackwood, right?” she asks when he’s out of earshot.

“Yep,” I respond, waiting for her inevitable question of whether we’re dating.

“Wow.” She smirks. “Talk about a glow-up, amiright?” Marjorie waggles her brows, and it causes me to snort.

“Definitely.” I nod. Though Tyler was always handsome, he’s definitely bulked up and matured over the years.

“One pumpkin cream latte with almond milk,” she calls and hands it over.

Tyler and I thank her, then head to the car.

“Well, that was interesting.” He reaches my door and opens it for me.

“Thank you.” After I take my seat, he closes it, then jogs to his side and slides in. “You’ll get used to it. I’m guessing they didn’t have premium lattes in prison?” I tease.

“If you consider stale coffee premium, then yes. Otherwise, hell no.” Tyler winks. “How’s your Halloween in a cup?”

I take another sip and hum. “Delicious. Wanna try?”

“Sure, but if it makes me gag, I’m blaming you.”

“Now you’re just being dramatic like Everleigh.”

He glances at me before trying it, almost as if he’s questioning his decision. “That’s pure sugar. Damn.” He makes a face, then hands it back.

“That’s the point. Sugar rush and caffeine. It’ll wake my ass right up.”

Tyler’s eyebrow lifts. “If you say so.”

We chat the entire time, both of us cracking jokes and talking about random topics. He mentions I should try another Jack Nicholson movie, and I agree but only if he watches a romantic comedy with me. After we shook on it, he captured my hand and placed it on his lap.

By the time we arrive at the prison, giddy butterflies swarm my stomach. I can’t wait to see Noah again and am grateful I can spend time with Tyler too.

“You ready?” I ask. “We’ll sign in, they’ll do a quick body search, then we’ll wait for them to release him.”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” He shrugs and gives me a wink. I imagine this is hard, and I appreciate him being here with me.

Thirty minutes later, we’re finally in the visitation room, and I notice Tyler’s leg shaking.

“You okay?” I whisper, reaching for his hand, and he takes it.

“Just some overwhelming flashbacks, but I’m alright.”

Moments later, a guard ushers Noah forward, and I light up with excitement. I wish I could wrap my arms around him, but there’s a no touching policy.