Jules
Ryan finally cleared his throat and dropped the towel he was holding. “Like I said,” he started, pointing between us. “I need to talk about this attraction between us, tonight, because I might not get the chance to, anymore,” he said.
I nodded, not sure what to say, but I managed to get out the word. “Yeah, I’m listening.”
For a moment, he just stared at me again, as if contemplating what to talk about or tell me, then finally, as if he had decided on what to say, he spoke, and it hit off the socks off my foot. “You know what, I’ll start from here. Your friend was right in her text. I do want to f**k you, so badly right now that I’m practically shaking. My conscience is the only thing stopping me, because I already promised myself not to.” He said.
Wait what? Ryan didn’t just ad
