Page 135 of Out of Bounds

Ryan shifted back just a little and caught my eye. For a moment, his dark eyes trailed my face, and he glanced back towards the windshield again, silent.

Me?

I blinked, shocked. "Since…the…first kiss?"

Out on the field in front of everyone?

Because it’d been hard for me to go to sleep too. I could still remember it. The way Ryan had yanked me back and kissed me, telling everybody I was his after the football game.

"Since the dinner," he replied, his voice gruff.

"What dinner?"

"The first dinner."

My ears hadn’t been hot before, they’d been warm, because my entire face scorched with three words. Ryan lost all that sleep since the first dinner. Oh my god. I wanted nothing more than to tell him to pull the car over and take me right there and then.

But I couldn’t keep down how worried I was over him.

"You need to get some sleep," I insisted. "You can’t keep that going."

"I haven’t figured out the trick yet."

"If you have to drug yourself, that’s the trick." I slipped my hand over his. "Do something. Figure it out. You need to sleep. You have too much on your schedule for us to even be arguing about this."

His hand tightened on my thigh. "How am I supposed to sleep now?"

All of my worry about his sleep schedule was stilltherebut took a respectful step back to the true and honest fact that this man just ate my pussy so good, I legitimately was afraid to pass out. In terms of things to be concerned about, it was difficult to settle between the two of them.

"We can…we can…?" I trailed off, staring at the view in front of us. "Uh…Ryan?"

"Yeah?"

"What’re we…doing here?"

Gianna’shad just opened fifteen minutes ago and the to-go coffee line was already out the door. But what the hell were we doing at the on-campus restaurant with zero sleep between us?

Ryan ignored my questions and released my thigh, stepping out of the car and opened my door before I could even think to do it. I stared up at him, drowsy and confused.

"You haven’t eaten in more than twelve hours,"

My stomach clenched uncomfortably at the thought and I was sure he could hear it. It felt like forever since I’d eaten something. Nothing before the dinner—I’d been too nervous—nothing during the dinner, and the only person who’d been eatingafterthe dinner was Ryan.

I snuck a little look atGianna’s. "Uh…we could also eat cereal at my place and have sex."

"You need to eat a full meal and sleep."

"Pssh, you need to sleep."

When I tried to shut the door, Ryan held it still with his hand. I knew without a doubt that no amount of me yanking on it would do anything. The football player slept forty-five minutes every night but apparently that did nothing to his muscle mass. Ridiculous. I sighed and stepped out of the car.

"Do you really want to go home?" Ryan asked quietly, dipping down to make sure I heard. "Because I want to talk to you about something."

I sighed again. "Is it important?"

"Yes."

If anybody else in the entire world told me that after a night of zero sleep and an exhausting ordeal like hiding out from Cleo in a hospital bathroom, I would’ve started yelling. But Ryan wasn’t everybody. I couldn’t pretend otherwise.

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