Ryan's POV
The entire night I couldn't sleep,I kept rolling from one side of the bed to another side of the bed. I couldn't forget the look in Tasha's eyes. She was scared of me and I felt guilty for that.I prayed for the morning to come faster than usual.
I didn't know why I was feeling guilty for the way I reacted to her. I've never felt bad about my decisions or how I treated people before.
But why was it different with Tasha?
The sun came out and I stood up from my bed, took my bath and went to Tasha's room.
My conscience was killing me.
I got to Tasha's room and hesitated to knock on her door. Her room was silent but I could perceive her scent. Which means she was still on the bed.I knocked the door twice, when I didn't get any response I turned to leave but the door flung op
