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I rolled onto my back, my stomach tightening as I watched him cross the room. His broad shoulders flexed, his bare back taut with tension, every muscle drawn tight as he yanked on a pair of black sweatpants. He didn’t turn. Didn’t speak. Just stood there for a second, one hand braced against the edge of the dresser, his head hanging forward like he was warring with himself. Something in my chest pinched. "You’re going to pretend this didn’t happen, aren’t you?" My voice was hoarse from sleep, from him, but there was no mistaking the edge of irritation beneath it. Ryker exhaled slowly. "It shouldn’t have happened." A bitter laugh escaped me as I sat up, dragging the sheet with me. "Wow. That’s original." Finally, he turned, his expression unreadable—but his eyes weren’t. His eyes were dark, wild, ravenous, like he was forcing himself to stand on the other side of the room because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. He raked a hand through his hair, looking as wrecked as I felt. "Isabel, this isn’t—" "Don’t," I cut in sharply. "Don’t say my name like that." Like it was a warning. Like I was a problem to solve instead of a woman he had spent hours devouring. His jaw ticked, but he didn’t argue. The silence stretched between us, heavy, suffocating, until finally, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood, the sheet falling away, leaving me bare except for the t-shirt. My panties had been destroyed by Ryker in the pool. His gaze flickered—just for a second, just low enough to betray himself—but it was gone quickly, replaced with cold restraint. Binge now: Ebook: amzn.to/4taTqso Audiobook: amazon.com/dp/B0FTZPQ4TK Print Book: amazon.com/dp/B0F1KS6K1L