CHAPTER TWENTY
The smells of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee woke Riley up the next morning.
She opened her eyes and looked around.
She wasn’t in her dorm room. She was lying in bed in Ryan’s apartment.
She smiled as she remembered how she’d gotten here …
It all started with the dancing.
… and then things had continued effortlessly from there.
She heard Ryan’s voice say, “I think you told me you’re not vegan. I hope I heard right.”
Riley turned over in the bed and saw Ryan standing over a stove. His apartment was actually one big room, with appropriate furnishings in designated areas.
“You heard right,” Riley said.
Riley then noticed that Ryan had laid out a bathrobe on the pillow next to her—his bathrobe, of course, and too large for her, but she knew that it would be all the mo
