Ryder

I want her. I never stopped wanting her and now that I have her back, there was no letting go.

Yeah, I cried. Fucking sobbed my feelings. You could tease me, but do it in my face so I could see how many teeth you'd be left with when I land my fist in your mug. Never mind the business of a crying man.

She was sleep-talking last night, murmuring my name over and over. I wonder if she had a good dream or a nightmare about me. She moved a lot during her slumber, that the ...