Arabella's POV
I thought facing Tyler would be a piece of cake because I had been practicing before I got back on the island how to deal with him. But every time, he looked at me with the same intensity as seven years ago.
I didn't know what to do, and I didn't have a choice but to look angry all the time because I was not only furious with him, but I was angrier with myself for having this feeling.
I am just glad he was walking behind me without saying anything. I know I would lose it if he would carry me again towards the car.
"Give me the car keys, Ara." He ordered as he stood in front of the car I borrowed from Neil. I knew it was his, but I didn't want to feel guilty about it, and I gave him the keys without looking at his compelling eyes.
He opened the car door for me, and he was about to put his hands on my hips to assist me in getting inside the car, but I stopped him.
