Chapter 6

Ryan’s POV

“Ryan.”

Her voice broke the silence, but I couldn’t even look at her. My hands were already trembling, my chest was burning like I’d just committed the most unforgivable sin, and maybe I had.

“I’m so sorry, Anna. Fuck… I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have.”

I was pacing like a lunatic, dragging my hand through my hair while my other hand curled into a fist. I couldn’t fucking breathe. My heart was pounding too fast, like it was trying to break through my chest just to escape what I’d done. I looked up once and saw her adjusting the strap of her nightdress, and fuck, that visual alone nearly broke me. The way her breast dipped into the silky fabric again, the curve, the bounce, the fucking hardened nipple poking through the thin lace… fuck. I was going to lose it again if I didn’t leave right that second.

So I did.

I groaned and rushed out of the kitchen, slamming the door behind me before I ended up pinning her to that kitchen