I thought of what me and Mum talked about in the car.

I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s why he acted like a sex addict sometimes.

Ryder didn’t just flirt, he seduced. He pulled people in, made them want him. But he never let anyone have him, not really. It was all surface-level charm, a game he played flawlessly.

And one I am failing woefully at it seems.

I sighed, pulling my shirt over my head as I stepped into the shower. The hot water hit my skin instantly, rolling down my ...