We got home late from the wedding. My feet hurt, my mind was exhausted, and my body still felt the aftereffects of everything that happened in that restroom. Ryan drove in silence. I stared out the window the whole way, replaying Jake’s hands on me, his mouth, the risk of Ryan being right outside the door. Guilt sat heavy in my chest like a stone.
When we finally walked into the house, I kicked off my heels and headed straight for the bedroom.
“I’m really tired,” I said softly. “I’m going to bed first.”
Ryan nodded. “Yeah, me too. Long day.”
I changed into my biggest sleep shirt and slipped under the covers. I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would come fast. A few minutes later, Ryan joined me. He lay on his side, back turned to me. No goodnight kiss. No touch. Just the space between us t
