~NYRA

I stopped and stared at him with wide eyes.

Did he just give me permission to read his book?

"I like to believe that I read well enough," I muttered, unsure of myself.

So he sat up and rested his back against the foot of the bed, then gestured at the table again.

"Then bring my journal and read to me," he whispered.

All of a sudden, Rylan looked like a whole lot different person. He was not the man who usually had an unbothered expression, nor the man who had sex with me last night.

He ...