"What do you want, Ryan? You can have it any way you'd like." He could just picture the image of her creamy, pillared legs spread wide on the mattress, but he refused to look at her. "I just want to talk like friends do." "We aren't friends," she said through a soft sigh. It was suppressed, heavy, almost like a moan. The sound only made Ryan a million times weaker for her. "We've done this before." "That was before..." He trailed off and shook his head in frustration. Before what? Before he realized he cared for her? Before he realized how he felt? That was before he fell in love.