Ryan's POV
The door finally opened after almost twenty minutes.
I looked up.
"Did you manufacture the water yourself by any chance?"
She walked in holding two bottles, completely serious.
"I think so," she said. "My source of water was dry, so I had to fix it. That's why I was late."
I stared at her.
Then I laughed.
"f**k, what does that even mean?"
She laughed too as she walked over and handed me one of the bottles.
Still half n***d.
My brain immediately became my enemy.
Fuck, Ryan.
Stop.
I grabbed the water and looked away before I embarrassed myself.
"I thought we agreed to put on clothes," I said casually.
She sat on the bed, resting her head against the headboard and pulling the blanket over her lap.
Finally.
"You are the one in my space," she said. "I'm allowed to b
