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.
"There's something I want to tell you," he whispers in the dark.
"What is it?"
"When I went back home to talk to my father about you, I caught him in bed with Lizzie."
This shocks me. I raise my head to look at his face, but I don't see disappointment anywhere near his face. "This is horrible, Ryder."
