VICTORIA'S POV
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Fine, I'll call my brother-- that's the best I could come up with. That's what my i***t brain had formed while under the pressure of what was basically Ryder's love confession. Facts are, he said all he's ever wanted was me, but does that include now?
"Well?" Ryder asks, still grinning, still watching me with that knowing look as my thumb hovers over the call button. He didn't flinch or blink or shrink away at my stupid answer, which I am very grateful for, but I feel very stupid and selfish right about now too.
"What if we're wasting money?" I ask, stalling once more. Ryder stares at me, eyebrows rising calmly. A silent demand shining from his eyes.
'Stop making excuses.' That's what his eyes seem to say to me. Without being able to think of another excuse without
