“I feel like I know so little about you.” You said this out of the blue, changing the subject. Ryan froze. He knew this day would come when he’d have to open up. It’s not that he didn’t trust you, but he hated it. He takes your hand in his, rubbing your skin with his thumb while looking at you. “Baby, there’s not much to know. You know I was married once, and I’m sure that’s all you need to know.”