"Ryder, come on, man. Some of us actually want to see the game. It's almost 4 p.m.," Nate called from the other side of the door.
Ryder exhaled slowly, his patience hanging by a thread. His forehead dropped to mine, his breath hot against my skin, the frustration rolling off him in waves.
He sighed. "He's annoying me."
I bit back a smirk. "Just answer him." I whispered.
With a final groan, he pulled away, just slightly, his fingers still brushing against my waist. "Wait here."
I nodded, watching as he walked out of the bathroom, I followed but didn't reveal myself. He ran a hand through his already-messy hair before unlocking it.
The second the door cracked open, Nate's annoyed expression slipped into curiosity, his gaze flickering over Ryder's shoulder. "You alone?"
