Rhea
What am I doing?
The question echoed through my mind long after our lips had parted. The rain continued to fall around us, drenching us completely, yet neither of us moved. Ryan's forehead was rested lightly against mine, his warm breaths fanning over my face despite the cold rain.
My hands...At some point during the kiss, I'd wrapped them around him.
I hadn't even realized I'd done it until now. One rested against his chest, gripping the front of his soaked shirt. The other had somehow found its way around his back.
When had that happened?
Rhea...What are you doing?
This was Ryan. The arrogant, infuriating biker king I'd sworn I'd never fall for. The man I'd argued with almost every single day since we'd met.
The same man who always knew exactly which buttons to press.
So...
