DAY 7
DAY 7I wake up on cloud nine. Ryan’s pressed against me, and when I rustle, he tightens his arms around me.
The fire has died down, leaving nothing but glowing embers in the bottom. Needing to use the bathroom, I shimmy out of Ryan’s grasp. Once I’m free, I pick up my clothes off the floor and slip on my shirt.
As I climb the stairs to my room, I think about how Ryan and I keep losing control with each other. Even though our agreement is just s*x, something more sizzles between us, and he’d be blind to deny it. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner, but I have a feeling this is all we’ll have. However, I’m hanging onto the possibility of more after we leave the cabin. Ryan’s a workaholic and has already admitted he’s not good at balancing his job with a relationship. But w
