** ZOEY’S POV **
‘The nerve of him!’ He saunters towards our table like he f*****g owns the place. My friends were just as confused as I was with the way Ryder sat next to me like he belonged there, sandwiching me between him and Nate. I tried my best to keep ignoring me but he was having none of it, coz 10 min after welcoming themselves to our table Ryder’s hand was on my thigh.
“What the f**k Jenkins?” I whispered under my breath so as to not attract my friends unwanted attention to me. I tried to get his hand off me but damn he has a grip of a python and he refused to let go of me and it took everything in me to not moan to his touch. His touch was making me flustered and I needed to get away from him before I make a fool of myself so I got up and looked at Ryder for him to move and g
