Don't Forget Me Tomorrow (Time River, #2)

by A.L. Jackson

My heart clattered against my ribs, and I strained to hear any movement or sound. My breaths shallow. This confusion so thick the room was filled with a haze. Everything enclosed, the air and this tension that expanded in the space. A whirring hum that echoed in the room. Or maybe it was seeping in from the outside. In it was this lingering need. A call from down the hall. If I followed it, I knew it would lead to his door. A lure. A trap. My spirit ached to give it heed. To give into the tugging that pulled at the center of me. To see if this was real or if it was all a figment of my imagination. Self-preservation kicked in. I knew better than that. Ryder would never really want me. Not the way I wanted him. He’d told me, and I was a fool to believe anything else. A fool to respond and beg him to make good on the last text. So I forced myself to lie back in bed and ignore his messages. Both terrified and thrilled by the exchange. But I needed to remember that just looking at Ryder broke my heart. And I could only imagine what would happen if he touched me—even if it was only once.