I thought I could just turn around and pretend to sleep, but the sound wouldn’t stop. It was soft at first, like a low moan, and then I heard the faint slap of skin. My face grew hot under the blanket. He wasn’t even trying to be quiet.
“Uhm… Ryan?” My voice came out smaller than I meant.
The noises stopped instantly. A muffled curse, the sound of his laptop lid snapping shut. “Sh*t. You’re awake?”
I pushed the blanket down and sat up, my heart racing. The room was dim, just the glow from his desk lamp and the faint blue light that had been coming from his screen. His cheeks were red, his hair messy. His hand was still suspiciously under the blanket.
“I… uhm-sorry,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Didn’t think you’d wake up.”
I didn’t know where to look. My eyes flicked
