Ryder
I couldn’t sleep.
The sheets felt too heavy, the room too hot, and my body too restless. I tossed onto my left side, then my right, then onto my back again. Every position made it worse. The ache between my legs hadn’t eased since dinner. Since the accidental brush of Lila’s leg under the table. Since her quiet “yes” upstairs. Since the way she walked out and left me standing there hard and wanting and confused as hell.
Delaney breathed slowly and evenly on her side of the bed. Asleep. Peaceful. Oblivious.
I sat up carefully, trying not to wake her. The mattress dipped under my weight. Moonlight slipped through the half-open curtains, painting pale stripes across the floor. I stared at the cupboard built into the headboard for a long moment. Then I reached over, opened the small
