CHAPTER 8
Rylee spent most of the Friday relaxing on the couch, daydreaming about Nick. She couldn’t get out of her head that moment he’d wiped away her tear. The way he’d looked into her eyes, the way his rough hand felt. And being pulled into his hard chest; it had felt like home. Like she belonged there. It had been so long since she’d felt like this about anyone.
For the longest time she felt as if she wasn’t allowed to have feelings like this for someone. That it was disrespectful to Scott, and what they once had. It was her little secret that she hadn’t had those feelings for anyone since Scott. In all honesty, she’d never let any other man get close enough for her to have any feelings. Somehow she’d let Nick spend the evening with her, and now these thoughts of him kept creeping i
