CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Riley was sitting up in bed clutching a glass of bourbon in both hands when Ryan came into the apartment. For a moment she felt confused. Why was he back so soon?
Then she realized that it was later than she had thought. Ryan’s morning class was long over.
She couldn’t think of anything to say as he shut the door and stood looking at her.
Riley knew she looked terrible. She wasn’t even dressed yet. She was wearing the pajamas that her RA had brought over from her dorm room along with a few essential supplies, clothes, and study materials.
She’d been staying in Ryan’s apartment for four days and nights now, and she knew she hadn’t been a joy to be around. She hadn’t wanted to talk much about anything. She and Ryan had had s*x a couple of times, and Ryan had been as
