Chapter 45

• Ryan stood in front of the door, his hand hovering above the doorknob. Sweat formed on his brow as doubt and hesitation washed over him. He knew what he had to do.
• Now, here he was, standing outside her room, his heart pounding in his chest, contemplating if he should enter and confess his true feelings.
• Frustrated, Ryan clenched his fists and took a deep breath as he pushed the door open. His insecurities whispered their poisonous words, reminding him of how he had rejected her just moments ago. How could he expect her to forgive him, let alone welcome his confession?