I woke up way too early for someone who had barely slept. My brain had been doing laps all night, replaying every single thing Ryan said, every inch he moved closer, every second he made it impossible to breathe normally.
When I finally gave up on sleep, the house was quiet. Morning-light quiet, the kind that makes you feel like you’re trespassing in your own life.
I pushed my messy hair into a bun and dragged myself downstairs for coffee. Maybe caffeine would stop my heart from running a marathon over a boy who shouldn’t matter this much.
I walked into the kitchen and of course, he was there. Ryan stood by the counter, shirt damp at the collar as he had just come back from running or maybe fighting a bear. His hair was a chaotic mess, and he looked too good for someone who probably wok
