Tyler's POV.
Han pulled me upstairs, his grip tight but steady. As soon as we reached the room and the door shut behind us, I spun around to face him, fire in my eyes.
"What the fuck was that? Huh?" I snapped.
He leaned against the door, exhaling slowly as if trying to calm himself. "Don't you… don't you want to be my fiancée?"
His voice was low, almost hesitant. His eyes dragged over mine slowly—too slowly—and it sent my heart into an unsteady, erratic rhythm.
I blinked, half-shocked. "You haven't even asked me to be your boyfriend, and now you're up there, announcing me as your fiancée in front of your whole family?"
"It's not official yet," he said quietly.
"No, it's not," I shot back. "And do you know what else it isn't? Romantic. Exciting. Even remotely normal. If you wanted to ask me to marry you, shouldn't you have—I don't know—let me know you were going to ask?"
"I thought surprises were romantic," he muttered, eyes still on me.
