Ryan Lampe's heart warmed, and he glared at Greg, then stepped forward to wrap his arms around Greg's waist, resting his head gently against his chest.
Just then, footsteps suddenly came from outside, and both of them held their breath in tension.
The air suddenly fell silent.
It was a long while before the person opened the door and left.
Greg let out a sigh of relief, about to tell her to leave, when Ryan suddenly spoke up in a soft voice, "Greg, that night was me... I've never done that before."
"Huh?" Greg was dumbfounded.
He naturally understood what Ryan meant, but he found it somewhat hard to believe.
Mainly because he had also had quite a bit to drink that day, and he really couldn't recall the specifics.
Ryan seemed to know he didn't believe her and continued, "I don't mean anything by it, just, don't all men have that kind of hang-up? I was afraid you'd look down on me, so I wanted to tell you.
