Ryan’s POV
I stormed away before I did something stupid. The image of Roy’s mouth on Hailey’s and the way she kissed him back wouldn’t stop replaying in my head like a taunt, burning through every inch of my self-control. I told them I forgot something in the car, keeping my voice steady, pretending I wasn’t seconds away from snapping. By the time I reached the vehicle, my hands were shaking with the effort not to punch the window. I slid into the driver’s seat and let out a low, feral growl, shoving my fingers through my hair. I hated that Roy got to her first, hated that she let him in even for a second, hated the stupid twist in my chest that felt too close to jealousy. I leaned back, breathing hard, trying to cage whatever wild emotion was clawing up my throat.
That’s when I saw move
