Chapter b645 /b

    Tyler lounged against the headboard.

    “What, you nning to scoop up all those college boys too?” he asked.

    Rachel stared at his dead–serious expression and pursed her lips. His eyes could send a chill through anyone–though, by now, she was used to it.

    She leaned closer and studied his face. Tyler lowered his eyes, giving her the briefest nce.

    “What are you looking at? Answer the question.”

    Rachel suddenly smiled. “Tyler, you do realize you’re jealous right now.”

    At the word jealous, Tyler scoffed, pointing to himself in disbelief. “You think I’d get jealous?”

    “I mean, anyone would. It’s normal. Who wouldn’t?” She edged even closer, her forehead bumping his

    chin by ident. “What, you’re saying you’re not human?”

    Tyler reached out and pinched her cheek. b“/bIf I’m not human, then what does that make you? Does it also mean you’re sleeping with an animal?”

    Rachel froze,pletely caught off guard by his bluntness. Typical Tyler–his words never had guardrails, always raw and unfiltered.

    But she liked his unrestrained honesty. He said things she herself could never bring out.

    Rachel smirked. “Then maybe you should show off your animal skills–like, I don’t know, wag your tail

    and bring me some good luck.”

    Tyler chuckled and pressed her against the bed. “You think I’m a dog? What, you want me to sit, stay, and

    fetch?”

    Rachel nced at her watch, pulling herself back to focus. “Alright, enough. You need to rest. I’ll sing for

    you.”

    She opened herptop, settled beside him, and began humming softly while continuing to work on her

    project.

    Tyler closed his eyes. His voice was rough with fatigue. “Your singing’s getting worse. Haven’t been

    practicing, have you?”

    Rachel red at him. “I’ve been drowning in worktely, and you still expect me to practice? If you want a concertb, /bhave Yale hire a professional singer.”

    Tyler declined. “My wless sleeping face isn’t something just anyone gets to see.”

    Rachel snorted. “Oh, what–worried they’ll get obsessed with you?”

    “No. I’m worried they’ll feel inadequate.”

    Rachel jabbed a finger at his chest. “Tyler, could you at least try to be humble once in your life?”

    She shook her head at the thought of having to lull Tyler to sleep in this state.

    “You know, I think I’d make a great mom one day. After all, I’m already putting a giant baby to bed.”

    Tyler stretched outzily. “You should feel honored.”

    Rachel rolled her eyes, giving up. Arguing with Tyler was pointless. He could banter until sunrise without breaking a sweat.

    She definitely couldn’t.

    She thought it’d only take a song or two to knock him out–after all, Yale had said Tyler hadn’t slept properly in days.

    But after two songs, his breathing still hadn’t evened out.

    Rachel knew his patterns by now. Once he was asleep, his whole body would rx, and his chest rose and fell slowly.

    She closed herptop and leaned over to check. Propping herself on her elbow, she studied him.

    There was still no sign.

    Was he asleep?

    Carefully, she stretched out her hand and ced it against his nose. It was often said that when someone

    was asleep, their breathing would slow down significantly.