The second Ryan left the kitchen, my chest felt hollow, like he had taken the air with him. I leaned against the counter, gripping the edge like it would keep me from tipping over.
Jake’s laugh drifted from the living room. A reminder that the world still existed outside this storm I couldn’t control. I shoved my hands in my pockets and tried to convince myself I wasn’t thinking about Ryan anymore but it didn’t work. I could feel him everywhere: in the heat on the back of my neck, in the way my pulse raced, in every small breath I didn’t notice I was holding.
I didn’t even realize I had been pacing until Liam’s voice pulled me out of my haze. “Earth to Ella,” he said, leaning against the counter. “You’re in serious trouble, you know that?”
“Trouble? What do you mean?” I asked, trying to
