Yes

You reach and shake his hand as firmly and confiently as you can, his dark skin glistening in the morning light.

Your eyes linger on his arms for a moment too long before you **** yourself to look away. “Well, he’s welcome in mine anytime. You’ve got a real charmer here.”

Tyrone chuckled, his gaze locking with yours. There was something in his eyes—a mix of curiosity and confidence that made your stomach flutter. “You’re pretty charming yourself,” he said, his tone low and teasing.

You feel a blush creeping up your neck. You're not used to compliments, especially not from someone so young and undeniably attractive. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” you joke, though your voice came out softer than you intended.

Max barked again, breaking the tension, and the teen laughed. “Mind if I hop in and grab him? He’s a bit of a handful.”

“Sure,” you said. Tyrone slid into the passenger seat, his presence filling the small space instantly. He smelled like fresh soap and something subtly spicy, and you feel your heart racing as your arms brushed.

He reached for Max but the dog dodged him, climbing into the backseat instead. “Come on, buddy,” the teen said with mock exasperation, turning around to try again.

You watch him desperately trying to retrieve his dog, his efforts almost comical.

Eventually getting him round the scruff of the neck Tyrone pulled his dog out of the car, breathing heavily and sweating at the mini workout.