_Lisa's POV_
"Lisa."
I stopped.
My heart jumped into my throat. I didn’t have to turn to know who it was. I knew that voice better than my own. I closed my eyes for a second, hoping it was my imagination.
It wasn’t.
I turned slowly.
Rylan stood there, a few feet away from me in the moonlight. His dark hair was a little messy. His jacket was half-buttoned. His eyes locked with mine. He looked tired.
"You were really going to run without even looking back?"
My hands clenched at my sides. I didn't want to see him again. Not now. Not like this.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"I never left," he said softly. "I couldn't. Not after this morning. Not after seeing you again."
I looked away. The ache in my chest returned, sharp and deep. "You shouldn't be here. You need to go."
He took a
