It Ends with Us by Colleen Hoover (z-lib.org).epub

to go downstairs and tell him to make up his damn mind, but I know I
need to have a clear head before I do that.
The air is cold, and for some reason, I blame that on Ryle. Everything is
his fault tonight. All of it. Wars, famine, gun violence—it all somehow links
back to Ryle.
“Can we have a few minutes alone?”
I spin around, and Ryle is standing near the other guests. Immediately,
all three of them nod and begin to stand up to give us privacy. I hold up
my hands and say, “Wait,” but none of them look at me. “It’s not necessary.
Really, you don’t have to leave.”
Ryle stands stoically with his hands in his pockets while one of the
guests mutters, “It’s fine, we don’t mind.” They begin to file back down the
stairwell. I roll my eyes and spin back toward the ledge once I’m alone
with him.
“Does everyone always do what you say?” I ask, irritated.
He doesn’t respond. His footsteps are slow and deliberate as he closes
in on me. My heart begins to beat like it’s on a speed-date, and I start
scratching at my chest again.
“Lily,” he says from behind me.
I turn around and grip the ledge behind me with both hands. His eyes
journey down to my cleavage. As soon as they do, I yank at the top of my
dress so he can’t see it, and then I grip the ledge again. He laughs and
takes another step closer. We’re almost touching now, and my brain is
mush. It’s pathetic. I’m pathetic.
“I feel like you have a lot to say,” he says. “So I’d like to give you the
opportunity to speak your naked truth.”
“Hah!” I say with a laugh. “Are you sure about that?”
He nods, so I prepare to let him have it. I push against his chest and
make my way around him so that he’s the one leaning against the ledge
now.
“I can’t tell what you want, Ryle! And every time I get to the point where
I start to not give a shit, you show up again out of the blue! You show up at
my work, you show up at my apartment door, you show up at parties,
you . . .”
“I live here,” he says, excusing the last one. That pisses me off even
more. I clench my fists.
“Ugh! You’re driving me crazy! Do you want me or do you not?”