Hailey’s POV
By the time we reached the bedroom, my chest felt tight, like I was holding in too many secrets at once. Roy closed the door softly behind us, the faint hum of rain still audible through the window. The smell of him, musk, and something warm—wrapped around me, almost enough to drown out the guilt clawing inside my chest.
I sat at the edge of the bed, my fingers twisting in my lap. I couldn’t stop replaying what had happened downstairs. Ryan’s lips. His voice. That smug confidence when Roy showed up.
I wanted to tell Roy everything, to just spill it and end the ache in my chest. But I couldn’t. Not yet. Not when his eyes were looking at me like that gentle, trusting, the same eyes that once made me fall in love with him in the first place.
He came over quietly, crouching in
