Layla's POV
"Why are you in my room?" I asked, pushing myself upright.
Ryan didn't answer.
He just stood there, looking annoyingly unbothered.
"...Ryan?"
"You told me to let you know when my friends left."
"I did."
"They left." He shrugged. "I knocked. A lot. You didn't answer."
"So you decided breaking into my room was the next logical step?"
"You said you were starving." One corner of his mouth lifted. "I considered it an emergency."
I narrowed my eyes.
"You broke the rules."
"I bent them."
"You broke them."
"I broke one rule to keep another promise."
That...
Wasn't a terrible argument.
Which was incredibly inconvenient.
Because I had fully prepared a speech for the first time he crossed one of my precious apartment rules.
Instead...
I wasn't nearly as mad as I shoul
