15. Kayla

Chapter 15

Kayla

Seven Winters Ago / Age Twenty-One

The minute I dump my bags in my bedroom, I head straight back out and race up the hill to Ryan’s house. He answers the door in checked pyjama pants and a hoodie, his hair sticking up all over the place.

After last year, I don’t know how I expected him to react to seeing me. I still hate myself for wasting so much time I could have spent with him.

He leans against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest. “How's the boyfriend?”

“There is no boyfriend," I tell him. "Do you have a girlfriend?”

He shakes his head and then I’m back in his arms with his lips on mine. Right where I’m supposed to be.