“Ryder,” Alessa snaps, walking into the room. “Back off.”
She’s changed into the clothes she was in earlier, her hair hanging down her back again.
He gives me one last look before spinning on his heel and leaving the living room we are in. After he’s out of the room, I flop down on the couch, all of my bravado fading the minute he leaves. I wasn’t a pushover, but I knew when I was outmatched.
Gage walks in behind her. “Don’t mind him. It’s the steroids,” he announces, flopping down on the couch beside me. He doesn’t seem to care that I am here; he doesn’t seem to care about much at all.
“Don’t start that s**t again,” Alessa says, sitting on the love seat in front of us, tucking her legs underneath her. She is doing everything she can to avoid eye contact with me.
A guy I haven’t seen
