As soon as the words left her mouth, Ryan grabbed her hand and practically forced her out of the coffee shop before paying the bill for both of them, much to her resistance.
"In the Grayson household, as a rule, it's the men who pay, so deal with it, sweetheart."
Deal with it? It's not like we'll see each other again or something…
Myra had no time trying to gather her things. He didn't want to waste a single minute of his time with her, especially on his birthday.
At the contact of their skin, out of habit, she tried to flinch and back away, but he didn't notice her resistance. The more she was in contact with him, skin-to-skin, even if it was only a simple hand grab, the more she started second-guessing everything.
But, surprisingly enough, she started second-guessing her life choices.
