Amanda's POV:
I step into a huge room with sage green walls and a king-sized bed situated in front of two large windows. In the corner, I see two French doors that lead to a private balcony. The room is well designed and relatively clean for a guy. I hear the door shut and I turn to face Bryan after four years of silence. I pray my confidence stays with me and my nerves remain in check.
"We need to talk." I repeat. A sly smile crosses his face.
"You said that already." With a slight chuckle. "Let me just grab a shirt. You can take a seat on the bed or the couch. Whichever makes you comfortable." He disappears into his walk-in closet. I won't lie, a part of me is disappointed with the thought of him covering up, but it's probably for the best, since I need to focus and don't need any dis
