The note stayed tucked beneath Ryleigh’s pillow, though it lived constantly in her thoughts.
She hadn’t dared to read it again in the light of day—not because she didn’t want to, but because it was already burned into her memory. Every word, every curve of the letters. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you…” The way her name looked in his handwriting made her chest flutter.
Derek.
It had been him. She knew it in her bones. Only Derek could have written something so honest and sweet, something that made her cheeks warm and her heart race. She just didn’t know how it had gotten into her room. That part left her confused. The door had been locked. Or had it?
Each time she replayed the moment—stepping out of the shower to find the letter folded delicately on the bed—her skin tingled. Had h
