Ryan
Neither of us spoke after that. The room became impossibly quiet. The only sounds were our breathing and the ticking of the clock on the wall.
When she opened her eyes again...She had her eyes fixed back at me.
I couldn't explain what happened next. Maybe it was the silence. Maybe it was the vulnerability in her eyes. Or maybe it was because, for the first time since we'd met, there wasn't a wall standing between us.
My gaze drifted downward. To her lips.
Damn it. I immediately forced my eyes back up.
What the hell was I doing? She was drunk.
This wasn't the time. I shouldn't even be thinking like this. Every sensible thought in my head screamed at me to pull away. To create distance.
To walk out of the room if I had to.Instead...I stayed.
She noticed. I knew she did. Becaus
