Elena.Something smelled delicious, like a bundle of cinnamon roll, spice, and heat. I wanted to wrap it around me like a blanket.I snuggled closer to the source, enjoying the strong, solid warmth beneath my cheek. If I could stay on that bed forever, I would, but I had promised to help Jaden learn finger painting today.I had to allow myself to have one more moment of coziness - had my bed been so wonderful and big, without any other human attached to my arms - before I opened my eyes and yawned. My room looked different. Weird. My bed was closer to the window for some reason. There were no pictures of Charlotte and I on the nightstand, no vase of roses by its side. And certainly no Charlotte and a silly Jaden with legs sprawled everywhere, on my bed.My eyes searched around the room until it landed onto the broad expanse of bare, tan skin by my side, and my stomach dropped. Familiar blue eyes stared back at me, with no hint of the concern I had seen last night.He flicked his gaze

Elena.Of all the ways I had pictured my Friday night going, getting trapped in my room by a man that Sebastian had considered to be dangerous, currently staring at me like I had committed the worse kind of treason was not one of them.“I am sorry, but I don’t think staring at me would have the desired effect you hope for,” I stroved for bravery even as I took a step back. He stared at me like he had something against me, and like he was ready to see me squirm.“I don’t believe I actually ever explained who I was to you.” His smirk was as dangerous as the devil’s, strong enough to break glass. Objectively, he was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. With his hair as dark as midnight, his chiselled jaw, cerulean eyes, and a body like one of those Greek gods. But there was something sinister about him, something about his expression that would be considered ‘sinful’ to a set of women.He had the sort of vibes my ex, Charlotte’s father, was known for.“Ryan Walter of the Walter