Unspoken Tension
Krystal The thing about Ryland being quiet was that it wasn’t just quiet. It was eerie. Unsettling. The kind of quiet that made your skin prickle, like you were waiting for a storm to c***k the sky open. For the past few days, he had only spoken to me as much as was necessary. Nothing more, nothing less. If I asked him something, he’d answer. Short. Clipped. Precise. But that was it. No jabs, no heated back-and-forths, no smart-ass remarks that made me want to both punch him and— Yeah. No. Not going there. And honestly? It was f*****g easy like this. No tension, no bullshit. I could breathe. But at the same time, I couldn't exactly throw an attitude at Travis’s brother. Not when I was going to be in New York for a while. And definitely not when pretending Ryland didn’t exist wasn’t a
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