Chapter Fifty-Nine

Tally walked into the dimly lit house. She was so mentally tired from everything that had happened during the day’s events. The soft glow of candles flickered throughout the living room, casting a warm, inviting light. She hoped Ryan hadn’t cooked dinner because if he had; she was really late. Looking at her phone, she saw it was 9:17pm.

“Ryan?” she called out softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

There was no immediate response, but as she stepped further into the room, she moved through the house and noticed the bedroom door was slightly ajar. Her pulse quickened, a feeling of anticipation stirring within her. She approached the door cautiously, her hand rested against the wood for a moment before she pushed it open.

Her eyes scanned the room, finally landing on Ryan, who stood in the bathroom doorway. He was wearing only his boxers and an expression that was unreadable, but there was a fire in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine. She had been looking forward to coming hom