The room was quiet, filled only with the sound of our breathing.
My body was completely spent, my limbs heavy, useless, relaxed.
Ryder's arms were still wrapped around me, his fingers drawing lazy circles on my skin, like he couldn't stop touching me.
I felt warm, safe, cherished.
And that?
I wished I didn't. I wish it was just f*****g and no feelings, but his attitude towards me makes me wonder if he cares for me.
Wants me to be his girlfriend, which is impossible, rather than his s*x buddy. Does his heart skip a beat just like mine?
Why do I keep on putting myself in such position?
I gulped.
I let my head rest against his chest, feeling the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest.
His lips brushed against my temple, soft, gentle, tender in a way that made
