In the bathtub Ryan’s eyes are closed. He lies back against the cool porcelain which has warmed to his skin, his legs stretched out beneath the sudsy water. He used a capful of shampoo for the suds, he wanted something soothing, something to relax his body and work the kinks out of his mind, and the bathroom is filled with a clean, fresh scent now, foamy soap covers the hot water that pinks his flesh. He may hate baths, true, but after the day he’s had, he needs this.
First Josey. Oh my God, Ryan thinks, he never knew a girl could be so damn annoying. Thank the Lord he never had one crush on him like that, he’d have to hurt somebody. All through lunch, blah blah blah, she wouldn’t shut the f**k up, wouldn’t take her sister’s hints, wouldn’t even look his way—she only had eyes for Dante. H
