13|Our First Night

~Klaus~

For the third time, I raised my hand, fist clenched tight, ready to knock on Rylee’s door. For the third time, I dropped my hands, cursing myself for being such a dick.

Sighing, I pressed my forehead on her door, wondering why my mouth seemed to act on autopilot and say the wrong things when I was around her.

She’s right. She’s here because of our agreement. I have no right to demand anything apart from the clauses we agreed upon, and she has broken none of those.

Tail tucked between my legs, I turned and decided to wait until morning, but I heard her calling my name. I thought I imagined it when she called my name again, a lot louder this time, just what her closed door would allow.

I twisted the knob and pushed it open. The lights from the hallway soaked her room in obscured light.

Rylee sat on the carpet, back against the edge of her bed.

I stood by the door frame, unsure of what to do. I can’t make out if she is still mad or if it’s safe to come closer without the danger o