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I was exhausted by the time we rushed to Ryley’s house and packed a week’s worth of clothing. Thankfully, he decided to drive the four hours it took to get to his cabin in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. If not, I would’ve fallen asleep at the wheel since it was so late at night. It didn’t shock me when I woke up in his bed with the sun shining through the window. It was already eleven o’clock in the morning. Holy hell, I can’t believe I slept so long. We were in his cabin and it felt more like home to me than anywhere else I’d ever been. Even his home in Los Angeles didn’t feel like a true home. Maybe it was because Camden made me feel violated there.
I heard him moving around downstairs, so I got out of bed and changed into a pair of yoga pants and one of my favorite USC T-sh
