VICTORIA'S POV
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I'm screwed, or about to be with the look Ryder is giving me. My heart's palpitations spike, sending my chest feeling like an ecnlosure of fluttering butterflies. Ryder's hands roam down my waist, the look on his face shining brighter than any star in the complete darkness of the world I'm currently stuck in.
"Stop that," I laugh nervously, chest squeezing, tingles running down my arm to the tip of my fingers, where they suddenly feel very sensitive as I press a hand to his chest, trying my absolute f*****g best to remind myself that this isn't a real relationship, that it's merely an agreement, though I still don't know what he gets out of it.
Ryder's head tilts innocently, eyes slightly narrowing with intrigue glistening like sun shining onto the ocean's surface, th
