RYDER
As soon as I open my eyes, I realize that I have to get away from her.
Like right the f**k now.
I'm not sure how it happened, but our bodies are pressed together, and I have an arm around her waist. My nose is pressed right against the back of her skull, and every breath I take is loaded with the sweet smell of her hair. Of her.
The scent is fruity and exotic, maybe pineapple, and there's a trace of that other scent—the one that keeps me on her tail, needing to get another hit of it like a drug addict.
Aria stirs, and her body moves against mine, grinding right into me. I lengthen against my thigh, knowing that if she wakes up, she'll be aware of what's happening right behind her. Teeth clenched, I try to create some space between us, but she shifts again, a light moan leavi
