Ryder and I got together.
When Mira found out, she nearly choked on her own spit. She stared at me with this look—half awe, half horror—like a toad who'd just watched her buddy swallow a swan.
"Does he know your exes don't fit on two hands?" she asked.
Before I could even answer, she kept going.
"Does he know your attention span tops out at a month?"
I just stared at her. "Whose side are you on anyway?"
She sipped her drink through a straw and sighed. "I just don't want you to wreck the poor guy."
Clearly, she'd worried for nothing.
Dating Ryder was actually really nice.
He was patient, gentle, attentive—he could've won an award for Best Boyfriend of the Year.
Except for one little thing. He was clingy.
Before we got together, I was the one blowing up his phone. After? He was th
