Few moments later, the door clicked shut behind Ryans with a sound too loud for how gently he’d closed it.
And for a while, there was just me. And the silence. And the thousand hurricane thoughts screaming in my head.
I stood there for a second. Then two. Then three. Still as a statue, staring at the closed door like I expected him to come back through it and hold me. He didn’t.
I exhaled, slow and shaky, and my knees gave out the tiniest bit. I relaxed my back on the wall as I did so.
The conversation with Ethan had left my nerves threadbare way too much. I’d always known he was protective—hell, Ethan had tried to fight a pizza delivery guy once just because he arrived too close to midnight on a road trip—but tonight? That was a different level. Like talking to Ryans in my room had
