Clarabell's POV
As I attempted to discreetly extricate myself from his grasp, Ryan's arm instinctively tightened around me, refusing to let me escape.
The memory of him embracing Ivy still lingered, fresh and painful. I stood up from the bed, but before I could take a step back, his arm pulled me back down.
I felt myself tumbling onto him, but not before catching a glimpse of his face. His eyes were barely open, his expression soft and sleepy, a testament to the fact that he wasn't fully awake.
As I lay there, my head resting on Ryan's chest, I could hear the steady beat of his heart. The sound was familiar, comforting even, but it also stirred up a mix of emotions within me.
I couldn't help but wonder if my presence still had an effect on him. Did my touch, my voice, my scent still m
