Elena POV:
I needed to keep my mind busy after that phone call. Do I confront Ryan with this? Well, it's not like he did anything. Do I tell him? Tell him or don't tell him, but the proof is in the call log. I sighed as I scrubbed at the plate before rinsing.
The door opened and I looked over my shoulder to see Ryan rubbing his feet on the mat before coming inside and removing his layers. "Hey!" He scolded, walking over with two plastic bags in his hands, "why are you out of bed?" He asked, I rinsed the last cup and switched off the water, shaking my hands to get the excess water off before using a dish towel to dry my hands. "I couldn't do nothing," I said as I avoided his gaze. I looked at the red stain on the counter and started to scratch at it with my fingernail.
Ryan touched my
