"Do you still consider yourself Ryan's? Are you still his wife? Because if you are…" he glanced toward the door, jaw tight, "...then I don’t think I’m supposed to be here. And if you’re still planning to get back with him, I should probably stand up and get the hell out of that door. Right this minute."
He leaned in slightly, eyes searching mine. “But if you and Ryan are done… if you're ready to start healing from him, then maybe I can stay. Maybe I can have just one glass... A drink. With you.”
I laughed again, soft and unsure, shaking my head. “Just because I don’t consider myself Ryan’s wife anymore… not after what he’s done… it doesn’t mean that I’m yours either.”
He smiled, calm and collected, and that made me blush more than I wanted to admit.
“I never said you were,” he replied
