Chapter 5

Ryan’s POV

Fuck!

That was the only damn word that left my mouth the moment the wine glass slipped from my hand and shattered on the kitchen tiles. My heart slammed against my ribs as I sat frozen on the kitchen stool, just staring at her. In that tiny black nightdress. I wasn’t supposed to see her like this. Heck, she wasn’t even supposed to be here at this hour. This was why I came in so damn late every night. It was why I left before the sun even had the chance to rise. I was trying to avoid this exact moment.

She rubbed her eyes like she hadn’t even seen me at first. Like it was just another regular night where she woke up thirsty and wanted water. She was yawning and walking casually towards the kitchen, her soft bare feet padding against the floor, and I couldn’t breathe. My eyes were on her legs, her long, fucking smooth legs, and then that dress… God, that fucking dress. It stopped right above her knees and had lace running along the neckline, clingin