Make Me Hate You

Two days later and exactly one week before the wedding, I stood in the bathroom, staring at myself in a bikini and wondering whether I was certifiably insane or just a little crazy.

Tyler had stayed hidden all day again yesterday, going into work even though he said he’d taken this time off for the wedding, and then staying the night at his own place instead of here with the family.

It wasn’t that that was odd — not to anyone who didn’t know what had transpired between us.

His parents and Morgan believed him when he said work had picked up with things he couldn’t wait to address, and that he wanted a night alone in his own bed.