Chapter 21 The Unravelling

• Ryan POV
• The apartment door pressed hard against my back, but I barely felt the wood.
• My hands were still bunched tightly into the wet wool of Nathan’s suit jacket, my lips stinging from the desperate, heavy weight of his mouth. My chest was heaving, my heart thumping so violently against my ribs that it felt like it would break right through my skin. I could taste the freezing rain on his skin, mixed with that expensive, familiar cologne that usually belonged behind forty layers of corporate glass.