Ryan
I stood outside Lyra's dorm room, teeth tugging at my bottom lip. My hand hovered over the doorknob, unsure if I should knock or just barge in. I had never been one to second-guess myself, but Lyra had a way of making me question everything I thought I knew.
After a beat, I made my choice. I knocked on the door, my knuckles barely grazing the smooth surface, yet it seemed louder than it should have been.
Nothing stirred on the other side.
I knocked again, harder this time. The rattling door must have created a draft as a scent I'd smelled on my fingers seeped through the cracks.
Lyra…
My head spun. My mouth went dry. I went from zero to steel inside my jeans. I placed my nose near the doorjamb, inhaling deeply, taking in the sweet essence of Lyra's arousal that lingered there.
