ARIA

Ryder's hand is on my lower back, stroking and caressing.

Being this close to him is so reassuring. I breathe in his scent and swear that all my worries disappear. We're currently on my bed. Yes, I know he shouldn't be here, but we couldn't stay away from each other. So, I left the door open for him and he came inside.

Uncle Barty is sleeping in the next room. Is this irresponsible? Absolutely. But he's always been a heavy sleeper, and anyway, now he knows about the two of us.

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