Ryker pov I pulled back from Scarlet's lips, letting out a heavy, tired sigh. My hands dropped from her neck. I couldn't do this. I was completely turned off, and trying to force myself to touch her just made my skin crawl. Scarlet blinked up at me, her painted lips slightly parted, looking completely confused. She reached her hand up, gently caressing the side of my face and running her soft fingers through my dark hair. "Ryker?" she whispered, her brow furrowing. "What's wrong? Why did you stop?" "I'm not in the mood, Scarlet," I said, my voice dead and emotionless. I took a step back, breaking her touch entirely. "Go back to your room." Her jaw dropped in utter disbelief. "What? You pulled me all the way down the hall, dragged me into your doorway, kissed me, and now you're telling me to just leave?" "I said I'm tired," I lied, keeping my tone completely flat as I leaned against the heavy wooden doorframe. "It's been a long night. I need rest." Scarlet’s eyes flashed with pu
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