[Celeste]
The first morning of the new year began lazily with Ryder and me sleeping in. We stayed in bed well past sunrise and nearly noon, Ryder taking it upon himself to bring breakfast up to the bedroom. To my surprise—and slight horror—he decided to pull me onto his lap and feed me like I was some pampered princess.
"You need to eat more," he said with that teasing tone, lifting a spoon toward my lips. "Maybe gain some weight while you're at it." My eyes burned holes into the distance as I obediently opened my mouth, cheeks heating with every bite.
"Are you ill?" He tilted his head, his gaze narrowing as he examined my flushed face. "Or..." His lips curved into a smirk. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed? After everything you said last time? Where's that brazenness gone, hmm?" He had
