I yanked open the bathroom door and bolted into the hallway, water dripping everywhere. I didn't think. I didn't look.
I dove.
Straight onto Ryder, who had just turned the corner with a bowl of something in his hand.
We crashed to the floor in a flailing mess of limbs and curses.
"Jesus—Evie?!"
"There's a spider!" I shrieked, clinging to his very solid and very shirtless chest like my life depended on it. Which, honestly, it did.
"A what—?"
"A SPIDER, RYDER. A big one. With legs. And an agenda to kill me!"
He blinked at me, clearly trying to process the fact that I was...well...soapy, wet, and very much naked on top of him.
I realized it at the same time he did.
"Oh my God," I croaked, scrambling up. "Oh my God—I'm—this isn't—"
He looked dazed. Just flat-
