Hailey’s POV
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Ryan didn’t stop following me.
I felt him before I heard his presence heavy behind me. I let out a sigh, pressing between my shoulder blades like a weight. My chest was already tight when I reached my door. I just wanted it closed, infact locked so that he stays away from me. I threw the roses on a table and continued to walk.
“Hailey,” he said behind me.
I kept moving. My hands forming into harmless fists.
“Wait.” He called again, his deep voice echoed through the hallway.
I didn’t give him a glance at all. I saw the door to my room and my hand was on the handle when his palm slammed against the door, stopping it from closing.
The sound cracked through my nerves. My pulse jumped hard, sharp enough to make my fingers go numb.
“What?” I snapped as I turned around,
