“No?” Ryder asks, sounding as shocked as he looks when I lift my gaze to meet his.
“I chose not to see it,” I say truthfully. The honesty mends something inside of my mind, in my heart. I will not be blind again.
“You loved…” Ryder starts.
“Don’t…” I interrupt, “Don’t finish that sentence.” I say pleadingly. I fold my arms over my chest, holding myself. “Love isn’t an excuse.” And as those words leave my mouth, a freeing feeling explodes inside of my veins.
“No, it is not.” Ryder says softly, his eyes becoming tender with care. For a moment, silence stretches, and it feels warm, comfortable and just…real.
“Let’s go home,” Ryder smiles, moving towards my luggage.
“If I may get dressed first, that would be kind.” I say, cutting him off as I step in front of him. He looks at me with fur
