Lena
My door creaked open without a knock. I sat up quickly. Marcus stood there in the doorway, his big frame filling it up. He had taken off his shirt and wore only loose pants. His chest looked strong, muscles clear even in the low light.
"Are you okay, Lena?" he asked, voice calm. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "That boy hurt you badly tonight."
I pulled the sheet up over my legs. "I am fine. You should not be here. Ryan might come back."
Marcus shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight.
"He is not coming back tonight. I made sure of that. You need someone who actually cares right now."
His hand rested on my knee warmly. I should push it away. This was Ryan's dad. But after all the screaming and tearing down, his touch
