Rhea
"What the hell is wrong with you, Ryan?" I burst into Ryan's office, the door slamming shut against the wall.
Even after my dramatic entrance, he didn't bother looking up. His eyes were glued to the papers in front of him.
The audacity. I marched toward his desk. It had to be that he’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
Then again, maybe I was the one feeling strange after last night. I still couldn’t believe I’d actually thought Ryan was chasing me because he wanted to kiss me again. The memory alone made my cheeks warm, and I immediately pushed it away.
No. I wasn’t thinking about that right now. I had enough trouble sleeping to think about it again.
It had to be that he’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
There was no other explanation.
