Page 149 of Out of Bounds

What the hell?

Ryan’s bedroom door was closed. My steps slowed in front of it and I hesitated with my fist hovering over door. I’d never actually goneintohis bedroom before.

"Oh my god, he ate your pussy," I muttered. "Get a grip."

I knocked.

Nothing.

With a deep breath, I rapped my knuckles against the wood again. Some people can miss phone calls, it’s fine. Not Ryan. Never Ryan.

A low groan answered, and I slowly opened the door.

Ryan was draped over the bed, completely diagonal. He hadn’t even slept under the covers. The light from the hallway flooded across his taut back muscles, and his dark curls, fluffy and tousled from his sleep. Those deliciously thick arms were halfway folded on the bed, halfway hanging off, like he’d flopped on the bed without a care in the world.

My fingers twinged against the door, begging to touch him.

No pajamas either, he was shirtless with a pair of jeans on.

Jeans?

Ryan took a struggling breath and forced himself up on his elbows, slow and jagged movements. Oh my god. He didn’t sleep at all. My heart squeezed just watching him, Ryan was exhausted.

Fuck. Never mind. Ihatedwaking him up.

Henevergot sleep and now—when it was my fault he pulled an all-nighter—I had to be the one to drag him off to something as dumb as team photos.

"Kassie?" he croaked.

Oh, god.

"I’m so sorry," I whispered, wanting nothing more than to tell Cleo we couldn’t make it. But we already skipped out on so much.

This is horrible.

"What time is it?" He reached for the nightstand and swore under his breath, pressing his forehead against the blankets. "It didn’t charge—what time is it?"

I winced. "Noon."

"Goddamnit."

Ryan didn’t hesitate, he hauled himself out of bed and evaded the light from the hallway, heading off to the bathroom faster than I could’ve. I just stared after him. The one time he actually took a nap and I had to ruin it. I walked over to the bathroom door.

I sighed. "This sucks."

Ryan’s voice was muffled through the door and I could barely hear him running the sink water. "I didn’t mean to oversleep."

"Not that. I mean—waking you up sucks."

"I’m easy to wake up."

"No, but…you never get…sleep. You need more sleep."

"Shit."

I frowned and stared at the door. Did he drop something? Ryan swore earlier but nothing like that. Carefully, I pushed open the bathroom door and the sudden light made me blink.

For a moment, there he was, delicious, shirtless Ryan before he jerked over to look at me. After games, I was used to seeing bruises on his body. He was slammed by huge dudes on a field. There were bound to be bruises.

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