*Ella*

Ryatt goes totally still. 

“I’ve never–I’ve never done this–” 

He pulls away, and I feel like someone has just dumped a bucket of ice water over my head. I snap my legs shut, a furious blush crashing over my skin like a tidal wave. Even my hair stands on end as a deep, cutting embarrassment shreds me apart. 

I look at him only once. His eyes are dark now, his expression made of cold stone. 

“I’m sorry,” I breathe, and his eyes snap ...