19. Ryan
The sharp edge of jealousy pricks me. Ronan brought someone home. Of course he did. But this is my fault, I remind myself. I went to him . He was open and honest. He doesn’t owe me anything.
I close the book I fell asleep to and set it on my nightstand, shut off my lamp, and then curl up into a ball and fight the painful disappointment I didn’t expect to feel.
I guess the plus side is that I’m not thinking about David right now.
Someone uses the bathroom and then footfalls trail into Ronan’s room. The door closes, and a moment later, the bed creaks. The whole process is much quieter and less dramatic than last Friday.
I stare up at the white ceiling with knots in my stomach, waiting for the moaning to start, reminding myself that Ronan is an ass and a pig, and that I don’t want him, I don’t like him, and I brought this on myself .
It’s an hour before I drift off.
Right around the time it dawns on me that Ronan is alone.