Ryder's chest heaved as he sprinted down the street, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. He barely had time to catch his breath before he reached Noah's apartment door. Without a second thought, he slammed his hands against the door repeatedly, shouting Noah's name.
"Noah! Noah, open the damn door!" His fists pounded harder. No response.
Ryder growled under his breath, his frustration growing. Why wasn't Noah opening the door? He slammed his fists one last time before backing up and running his hand through his hair, tugging at it in desperation. He needed to see Noah. Right now.
Without wasting another second, he dashed back to his car and sped toward Noah's workplace. He had to be there. When Ryder arrived, he slammed the car door shut and stormed toward the entrance—but then he stopped dead in his tracks.
Noah was there.
But Noah wasn't alone.
