Ryans didn’t move for a long time. He just leaned there against the wall like he belonged in that spot, like he’d been carved into it. His arms were still crossed and his shoulders tense, but his eyes… God, his eyes were locked on me in a way that made it impossible to breathe.
The hallway was quiet, save for the hum of the overhead lights and the muffled thump of music bleeding from another room down the hall. Some girl laughed behind a door, and someone else coughed. But between us, it felt like the whole building was holding its breath.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. My hand trembled against the key card.
Finally, he sighed. It was a slow, heavy sound that seemed to drag the weight off his chest but sink into mine. His voice was low when he spoke, careful, like he was afraid too sh
