“Hey!” a voice calls out behind us, and we turn to find Ryder standing beside the row of orange lockers outside Mr. His gaze sweeps across my face, warming my skin, making my breath catch in my throat. I sway slightly on my feet as he reaches for me, his dark eyes filled with heat. He moves toward me, closing the distance between us. I turn, the marble countertop digging into my back. I spit in the sink and take a swig of water to rinse. Our gazes meet in the mirror-which, of course, makes gooseflesh rise on my skin. He stands in the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame, watching me. Ryder finds me in the bathroom, brushing my teeth with bottled water. So I turn and stalk off to my parents’ room instead. I try to think of something clever to say, but come up blank. “You’re probably right,” Ryder says, relenting. Oh my God, I’m practically begging him to stay with me. Anyway,” I say breezily, “we might get some more severe stuff tonight. “Yeah, I’m…you know, getting used to having you around. I shift my weight from one foot to the other. “You sure?” he asks, taking a step toward me. “You don’t have to,” I say, my cheeks flushing hotly. But then he reaches for the banister, and I realize he is. I just stare at him, trying to decide if he’s serious. “I grab one of the lanterns we’ve left in the mudroom and head toward my parents’ room, expecting Ryder to follow.īut he pauses at the bottom of the stairs.
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