The room was quiet, filled only with the sound of our breathing.

My body was completely spent, my limbs heavy, useless, relaxed.

Ryder’s arms were still wrapped around me, his fingers drawing lazy circles on my skin, like he couldn’t stop touching me.

I felt warm, safe, cherished.

And that?

I wished I didn't. I wish it was just fucking and no feelings, but his attitude towards me makes me wonder if he cares for me.

Wants me to be his girlfriend, which is impossible, rather than ...