Staying at his house ?

Seeing Scarlett cry was torture for Ryke but there was one positive thing about it; he got to hold her close to his chest. In her moment of vulnerability, Scarlett was no longer defensive and rude. She became just a simple girl, looking for a bit of affection. It somehow reminded him of the Scarlett he met in that hotel room, heavily drugged sure, but still, she’d been fun and nice. Ryke missed that side of her and longed to see it again. She cried long and hard. When people started to look at them way too often, Ryke took her inside the elevator and pressed the ground floor. Scarlett didn’t look up once, her face still buried in his chest while he held her by the waist. His shirt would be ruined, he knew that for a fact. It soaked in all her tears to the point where it felt like Ryke had been under the rain. That would have annoyed him under any other circumstances but once again, everything was different when it came to Scarlett. He took her out of the hospital and she didn’t complai