Ryan
For the next one week, I didn’t come home on time. I made sure of it by dragging out work, taking the long way back home, sitting in my truck for twenty minutes before forcing myself to step out.
Anything to avoid the possibility of running into Jules while she was still awake because I couldn’t face her, not after that night, and not after she heard… that.
It should have been her feeling guilty, considering she had been the one spying on me, standing there in my doorway watching something she had no business watching.
Yet, somehow, I was the one walking around with my stomach twisted in knots.
Because the part I couldn’t shake, the part that kept replaying in my head no matter how hard I tried to shove it away, wasn’t just that she saw me.
No, it was that I had said her name l
