Rhea
"You know...." I trailed off my eyes stubbornly going down to Ryan's chest as he pinned me to the cabinet. "Someone could walk in and see us like this."
His warm breath brushed against the side of my ear as he leaned over and whispered. "They could and I don't care."
"You...don't care?" I lifted a brow.
"No."
"What if Luke walks in?"
"He'll survive."
"And if Anne walks in?"
"The world won't end."
A grin slowly spread across my face.
"So...you don't care."
"I don't."
I tilted my head. "Not even if your beloved Alessia walks in?"
The smile disappeared from his face and he slowly stepped back, dropping both hands from the cabinet.
He turned, clearly intending to walk away. No.
That wasn't what I'd meant. Without thinking, I reached out and wrapped my hand around his waist
