Ryan closed the door of his room on Zara's face, "And close the front door while going out, I need a shower."
Zara blinked and stomped out of the place, the door banging on its hinges with a resounding thud.
After ensuring that Zara had left, Ryan closed the front door and leaned on it closing his eyes. He had been mean and hurtful to her and the guilt was eating him up inside.
He didn't know if he should be pleased with Alice for giving him a taste of the drug he craved or reprimand her for bringing it to him in the first place.
He recalled the way Zara kept looking at him-sometimes with frustration, sometimes with contempt and then there was something else. He dared not fan those emotions that were bubbling inside her. He had stolen glances at her when she was not looking, had wanted to hold her up when she had fallen down or ran home teary-eyed.
A text message popped up on his screen and he smiled. He had to pull himself together.
