BRYAN'S POV

Last night was too much for me. I didn't talk to her when I returned to bed. She tried to touch me twice, but I rolled to the edge of the bed.

When I woke up the next morning, our eyes met. She looked away and muttered a quick good morning.

"Good morning," I replied as I tried to walk past her. She rubbed her face.

"We are supposed to join Jacob's mom at the farm," she murmured softly.

"I know," I answered and walked out of the room.

"Bryan," she called as we stepped outside ...