I thought of what me and Mum talked about in the car.
I couldn't help but wonder if that's why he acted like a s*x addict sometimes.
Ryder didn't just flirt, he seduced. He pulled people in, made them want him. But he never let anyone have him, not really. It was all surface-level charm, a game he played flawlessly.
And one I am failing woefully at it seems.
I sighed, pulling my shirt over my head as I stepped into the shower. The hot water hit my skin instantly, rolling down my shoulders, loosening the tension that had been sitting in my body since the bridal shop.
I tilted my head back, letting the heat soak into my muscles, but my mind wouldn't shut up.
Ryder.
Ryder with his cocky smirk. His rough voice. The way he had leaned in at the boutique, whispering filthy things in my ea
