ASHLEY
"What's the shade for?"
I ignore Ryan and sink myself on his passenger seat. He woke up early today to jog around the area and bring us coffee. I'm so glad he's gone when I woke up earlier because if he's not, I don't think I'll live hearing his comment about my panda eyes.
"You look like s**t," he adds, still staring at mine.
Shit is not the right term after last night.
It's stupidity.
It's me and Beckett wrecking our lives again.
“You gonna tell me what happened, or am I just your chauffeur now?” Ryan asks, taking a sip of his coffee like he’s got all the time in the world. He’s leaning back in his seat, completely unfazed by the mess I probably look like right now.
This asshole is hiding something. I’m sure of it because he never looked at this wreck either.
I shrug,
