(Ryan’s POV)
Caleb was working out when I got there, a sheen of sweat over his face as he did another push-up.
I stepped into his room, shoving my hands into my jacket pockets as I hovered in the doorway.
"Hey," he greeted me, not stopping.
"Hey," I replied, leaning against the doorframe.
I didn't want to venture too far in. I didn't want to get too comfortable. I was here for answers, not for a casual chitchat.
He huffed, pulling himself to his feet and wiping himself off with a towel before taking a swig of water.
“So,” he said, his head tilting slightly, a little breathless. “What’s up? You’ve got that face.”
I ignored him. “I need to ask you something.”
He smirked, like this was just some casual conversation, like we weren’t about to get into something real.
“Shoot.”
I took
