Maya
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He doesn't say a word at first, just looks at me as if contemplating or even thinking of ways tutor me.
Then he moves to the bed smoothly grabbing my wrist gently and pulling me up into a seated position.
“Come here,” he murmurs, voice like soft silky fabric and vapour.
I blink up at him, confused, until he shifts me gently, turning me around. My back presses against his chest, his bare skin warm and sticky with sweat. He wraps his arms around me—protective, but comforting.
The hairs on my body stand just from the mere heat coming from his body and I feel more aware of my surroundings.
Ryder’s lips ghost over the lobe of my ear as he lowers us both onto the bed, our bodies sinking into the mattress. His legs spread slightly, bracketing mine open.
My breathing hitches.
