Hailey’s POV
The bedroom door clicked shut behind Roy with that soft, final sound that always made my stomach flip.
I should be feeling guilty for hiding Ryan's secret, but I had to do something to calm Roy's nerves.
Afternoon sunlight slanted through the half-open curtains, painting gold stripes across my unmade bed. I’d barely kicked off my sneakers when his hands were already on my hips, tugging me back against the hard ridge in his jeans.
“Been thinking about this all f*****g day,” he muttered against the side of my neck, voice low and gravel-rough.
I laughed—breathless, a little nervous, a little cocky. “You say that every time.”
“Yeah, well…” His teeth grazed my earlobe. “Today I’m actually gonna do something about it.”
My heart kicked hard. We’d danced around this for a whil
