44 - I'll tell you the truth

MORGANA FOSTER

In the living room, Ryan was sipping on a glass of whisky. His eyes widened, and I could swear I saw him stop breathing. Setting the glass aside, he walked to the edge of the stairs, extending his arm to assist me down.

"You look beautiful," he said, clearing his throat.

"Hm? What did you say?" I asked, pretending not to have heard.

"I said that..." He swallowed hard. "You look beautiful."

"Oh! Thank you," I forced a smile. "Can we go?"

"Of course," With one hand holding mine and the other on my back, we walked to the car.

It was funny to imagine Ryan Burke so nervous. Hilarious. His hand on my back trembled a bit, the atmosphere outside the car was electric and enticing. His eyes couldn't help but linger on my exposed cleavage. He opened the door, I got in, and he shut it, walking to the driver's seat.

I was about to fasten my seatbelt when he did it for me, making sure it was securely fastened.

"You're safe," he said, glancing at the dress again and lingering too long