Hours before.

RYLEE

I scowled as I fixed my gaze on my sleeping mate. His hair was a tangled mess. It was longer than I'd ever seen it. The white towel wrapped around his waist had come undone, exposing one of his muscular thighs. I stared down at the tray of food in my hands, considering waking him up. He had been skipping meals. So, I had made up my mind to make him eat. On second thought, he probably didn't need my food.

I bit my lower lip as I set the tray down on the table and sat next to ...