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Mmm, his bed feels like a warm hug. I love it way more than the guest bedroom’s bed I’ve been staying in. Come to think of it, this is the first time I’ve even been in here besides when he gave me a tour that first day.

It seems the bars of the headboard in there are more suitable for his needs since the one in here is leather, and there’s nowhere for him to cuff me.

Smiling at that thought, I bite my lip and roll over onto my other side, feeling a throbbing in my core.

He’s fucking amazing.

Last night. I have no words. We started out rough and frenzied, not being able to get to the end fast enough. But sometime in the middle of the night, after losing count of how many times he took me, Ryan rolled me onto my back and slipped inside of me.

Slowly, he made me burn for him as he took his time.

His eyes were on mine the entire time, and I felt it–that shift inside of me. My heart squeezed in my chest, and then kicked up double time, racing like a horse in the derby running straight for the finish line.

Ryan is my finish line.

The slow burning fire turned into a 5-alarm blaze as my body ignited, burned, singed, and turned to ash under him.

He’s had me since that night last summer. And these days with him have only solidified that fact.

I refuse to believe he didn’t feel it too. He had to have.

Flashes of us pop into my head and I groan, covering my head with the blanket.

I’m utterly and completely fucked, in all aspects and meanings of the phrase. I’ve completely fallen in love with Ryan Taylor.

I can’t deal with it, though. And before I can overthink it, I slide out of bed and go and take a shower. The hot water hits my skin, and I try and let it wash away all of my doubts.

I’d like to think Ryan feels the same, but I don’t know. I know he likes me, but love? I think I might be the only one crazy enough to fall for someone so fast.

Finishing up, I turn the water off and wrap myself in a fluffy towel. Heading back into my room, I sit on the bed and grab my phone, seeing it blinking with a new message.

Hey, Ash! Want to meet for lunch? You’ve been holed up with the hot sheriff and I want some time with my bestie.

Yes! I need to leave this house, lol. I’ve already spent too many days alone here while Ryan’s working.

Yay! I’ll pick you up at twelve.

Okay. I’m getting dressed now.

Tossing my phone aside, I dig through my suitcase and pull out a pair of leggings–shocker–and a quarter zip sweatshirt.

I throw on thick boot socks and dry my hair before braiding it into one long plait down my back. I apply a light layer of makeup to cover up the fact that I was kept up most of the night by a relentless Ryan–not that I’d ever complain about that.

Padding back into his room in search of my snow boots and jacket, I find all of my clothes draped neatly over his chair to dry, and my coat is hanging from the top of the closet door.

Slipping my feet into my boots, I drape my coat over my arm and grab my phone and purse from my room before heading downstairs, just in time for my phone to buzz with Ally telling me she’s outside.

Closing the door behind me, I climb into her car and hug her straight away. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever! Even though it’s been less than a week.”

“I know! It feels like the past five days have been stretched into weeks. Not that Jake and I have had any problem filling our time.”

“Yeah, me too.” I smile, and Ally swerves, barking out a laugh. “Oh my God, focus on the road!” I yell, laughing.

“How’s that going by the way?” she asks, pulling herself together.

“Good. Really good, actually. Last night, it was…” I sigh, biting my lip as I think about how different last night was.

“You’re falling for him,” she states matter–of–factly, glancing over at me. “It’s written all over your face.”

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