RYDER’S POV
The cold night air hit me hard as I pushed through the heavy front doors of the frat house, leaving the thumping bass and the suffocating heat behind.
I didn't stick around to say goodbye.
The second I watched Amy bolt from that dark bedroom and disappear into the crowd, the party lost any appeal it might have had. The alcohol buzzing in my system had instantly gone sour, replaced by a tight, burning tension in my chest that I didn't know what to do with.
Terrified of what you want me to do.
I leaned my head back against the icy brick wall of the house and ran a hand through my hair.
What was I thinking?
The words had slipped out before I could stop them. They were true… yeah, but saying them out loud felt like I had just handed her a loaded gun and pointed the barrel
