just works, and as I lean into his side, I realise it’s never been this easy before.
But not safe…just perfect.
That night, we sleep wrapped in each other’s arms after a cute lazy night, which is exactly what I needed. With his arms around me and our legs entwined, I feel safe, happy, and loved, and I fall asleep easily with a smile on my lips and his name scrawled across my heart.
Sometime later, a loud bang jolts me awake. I sit up, heart hammering, but Tyler is already moving to get up when suddenly, the bedroom door explodes inwards. I yell, covering my face as he moves in front of me, ready to protect me against whoever has broken in.
My mind takes a moment to catch up at what I’m seeing, confused from being asleep. Nerves and fear surge through my veins, so I reach for Tyler’s shoulder to anchor me and look at the figure standing in the dark.
He steps into the room, the moonlight shining across his face, and my jaw drops. “Justin?” I scream.
He looks between us, and shock crosses his face before it morphs into anger. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he shouts.
I wither under his anger, but Tyler gets up. “Justin, calm down. Go back out there. I’ll be out in a moment, and you will be paying for the damages. You’re lucky if I don’t call the cops—” He starts.
Justin laughs. “And say what? You’re fucking my ex?”
Tyler straightens and squares his shoulders in anger. Even in just his boxers, he’s a goddamn powerhouse, but as my eyes flick between them, guilt fills me. I did this. “Don’t speak like that, you need to leave and calm down. Clearly—”
“What I need is for you to stop fucking my stupid slut of an—”
He doesn’t get to finish, Tyler lunges at him. I gasp, reaching for Ty as he wraps his arm around Justin’s throat, effortlessly pinning him against his chest. “Do not finish that sentence, boy.”
“Boy? Fuck you! Fuck you both!” he screams, struggling in Tyler’s hold.
“Ty—” I start, and it only infuriates Justin.
“He’s my fucking dad, Lexi, you sick bitch!” he screams at me, his eyes wild as spit bubbles on his lips.
I refuse to sit here and cower, so I climb from the bed and cross my arms, glaring at him. “Yeah, well, now I call him Daddy.” I smirk.
Tyler chokes on a laugh and starts to drag a kicking and screaming Justin from the room. I slip on a robe and follow them out, frowning at my kicked in front door, brilliant. If Tyler wasn’t here, what would have happened?
I shiver at the thought and stand in the doorway as Ty tosses him onto the sofa and points at him. “Stay down, I mean it,” he warns, his voice deadly, and Justin freezes, knowing he’s serious. He’s pissed as hell. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Tyler asks him, his tone filled with repressed anger. He glances at me to make sure I’m okay, and I nod before he looks back at Justin. His body is almost shaking with anger.
“Sorting shit out with my girl—”
“Ex,” I interrupt, infuriated. “And you thought breaking into my apartment in the middle of the night is okay? You have two seconds to explain why I shouldn’t call the police and press charges. This is stalking, and breaking and entering.”
A noise has me spinning around. I look to the door to see my neighbour there. “Everything is okay,” I tell him.
He frowns, staring at Ty and Justin. “You sure?” he questions. “I can kick their asses.”
“It’s fine, I’m sorry. Go back to bed,” I implore. He nods and steps back.
“Call me if you need anything.” He points at them. “If I see one mark on her, I will hurt you both.”
I smile as he goes back into his apartment, and I shut my broken door as far as it will allow for some privacy before I look at the two men in my living room. What a mess! Tears fill my eyes as I fight them back. “I didn’t want you to find out like this, Justin—”
“Sure you fucking didn’t!”
“What do you want from me?” I snap, dashing my tears away. “We broke up, I can sleep with whoever I want.”
“Not my fucking dad, babe. What the hell?” he screams, grabbing his head and pulling at his hair.
“I won’t apologise for being with your dad. I love him, Justin.”
“Wait, what?” Justin asks, his head jerking