I stepped into the house quietly, hoping Ryan had already gone to bed. The lights were still on in the living room. He sat on the couch, staring at his phone. The second I closed the door, he looked up.
“Where have you been?” he asked, eyes narrowing.
“Training,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “It ran longer than I thought.”
Ryan stood up slowly and walked toward me. His gaze dropped straight to my chest. I realized too late that one side of my sports bra was still damp. The wet spot from Marcus’s mouth hadn’t dried.
“Why are your n*****s hard?” he asked, voice low and sharp. “And why is that side wet?”
I crossed my arms quickly. “It’s just sweat, Ryan. The workout was intense. I was doing a lot of cardio and lifting.”
He didn’t believe me. I could see it in his face. He stepped cl
