Chapter 38

The inside of Ryan's house smelled like toast and coffee and was cluttered in that normal, cozy way that some houses are. In the living room, mail, a few dirty dishes, and an unfolded quilt were scattered all over the couch that sat in front of the WindowWall.

"Up here." Ryan led me quickly up the stairs and down a hallway. He opened the first door on the right, and I followed him inside his bedroom.

Monster movie posters covered every inch of wall space. Even the ceiling was covered with them. Among the books on the shelves against one wall were various monster masks and monster hands with sharp claws at the ends of the fingers. Against the opposite wall was Ryan's unmade bed. Of course I would take notice of it and imagine him in it, how he might look while he was sleeping.

Get a grip, girl. But it was a little too late for that.

I licked my lips. "I like your room."