They did not know how long they had been hugging for when Carrie finally felt sleepy.
Ryan got onto the bed, and the two of them lay there together. They seemed like a loving, newlywed
couple.
Carrie rested her head on Ryanâs sturdy arm, her small face buried in his chest. She sniffled a little
before closing her eyes.
was war
âCarrie, can I ask you something?â One of Ryanâs arms around her shoulders, while the other gently
rubbed her forearm.
âMmâ¦okay.â
âDo you like me?â Ryanâs heart was beating loudly when he asked his question.
âHmm⦠Of course I do.â
âNot like a brother, I mean the romantic sort.â
Ryan coughed slightly, and his face was flushed. âLike the way your
older brother Justin likes Anna.â
Carrieâs clear eyes flickered, and she clutched Ryanâs black shirt, fiddling with the delicate buttons.
âI⦠Donât know.â
Ryan sighed and smiled bitterly. âAlright. Letâs go to sleep now.â
âBut I like being with you. When you go out, I canât do anything but
worry about you and wait for you to come home. When Iâm with you, everyday feels so short. When I
see you, I feel really happy.â Carrieâs eyes were half-closed as she spoke softly.
Ryanâs breathing became heavier, and his palms, which were wrapped around her shoulders, were
completely damp with sweat.
âThere was one day you came back really late and came to my room
to check on me. I pretended to be asleep, but actually, I was awake
the whole time.â
When Ryan heard this, his heart clenched.
That night, he had gone out with Yasmin to deal with some people. who had been working against him-
his Uncle Liamâs cronies.
Ryan had always shown Carrie the cheerful and enthusiastic side of
himself.
He would never let her see his dark, cruel, and ruthless side.
Carrie pursed her lips. âThat day, there was a really strong smell of blood on you. And your hand was
wounded. When you touched my forehead, I could feel it.â
As she said this, she took his right hand and took off the black leather glove covering it.
Although the wounds on his knuckles and fingertips had already. scabbed over, the scars remained.
âRyan, Iâm worried that youâre doing something dangerous outside.
Iâm worried something will happen to you. Iâm so scaredâ¦â
Carrieâs heart twinged, and her lashes fluttered as she kissed his
scars. âI donât understand. I donât know. Is this the sort of like you were talking about?â
Ryanâs heart thumped hard. Finally, unable to hold back the tide of his feelings, he flipped her over and
pressed her beneath him.
In all her twenty-two years of life, Carrie had never been this close to
a man before.
Ryan was her first, and she was slowly learning to accept him, though
it seemed like he was the only one she could accept.
âCarrie, donât tempt me⦠Iâm afraid I wonât be able to hold myself
back.â
âDo you want to kiss me, Ryan?â
Carrie obediently wrapped her arms around his neck, pouting her pink, glossy lips slightly. âI-Iâm ready!â
âNoâ¦â
Ryan restrained himself and finally sighed in surrender, returning to his previous position and pulling
Carrie close as he murmured, âIâll wait for you to accept me completely, Carrie.â