Ryder’s POV
A slow, triumphant smirk spread across my lips. This is good.
“Tristan is up in his room,” I said, pointing toward the stairs with a welcoming smile.
“Thanks...” The girl hesitated, biting her lip. “Hmm... this might be a little TMI, but do you guys have any condoms here? I didn’t bring any, and I just want to make sure he has some.”
Oh, this is getting even better.
“We have plenty of condoms,” I reassured her smoothly. “You don’t have to worry about a thing. Go on up, he’s waiting.”
“Thanks!” she chirped, heading straight up the staircase.
I shifted my gaze over to Tessy. She was completely frozen on the spot, her face deathly pale, staring at the stairs like she’d just seen a ghost.
“Are you okay?” I asked, stepping toward her and snapping her out of her daze.
“I...
