Ryan's POV
Ryan didn’t wake until noon.
The world came back to him slowly , a dry mouth, a dull throb pressing behind his temples, the heaviness of limbs weighed down by last night’s alcohol. For a long moment, he didn’t move. His eyes blinked open, lashes dragging, the ceiling above him blurred by sluggish haze.
The couch groaned under his weight as he pushed himself upright. His shirt clung damp to his chest, wrinkled from the night before. His neck ached from sleeping at the wrong angle. He rubbed the back of it hard, trying to massage away the stiffness. His mind moved slower than his body, fragments drifting in pieces until they came together like broken glass.
Eve.
He remembered her robe slipping down her shoulders. The sound of her soft moans breaking in his ear. The way she l
