VICTORIA’S POV
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Three days, and I’m still thinking about it. The lights, the sweet, sour taste on my tongue from the several cocktails, the heat of his body pressed against mine, and his hands. His damn f*****g hands that felt so good, too good, while touching me. I flinch as I bite the back of my pen too hard, a sting running through my teeth.
My phone screen lights up, a single notification highlighted below. A message, from Ryder.
Ryder: I’m coming to see you.
A vague text, though I still smile. It’s a pattern these days, to smile when I have anything to do with Ryder, and for him to come to see me makes my blood sing and my cheeks become rosy.
Victoria: Missing me already?
I ask with a boldness that I could never muster while looking into those damning blue eyes of his. My thum
