When I woke up, I realized I'd slept through an entire day and night. Outside, it was still pitch black.
My phone was flooded with missed calls and messages. Most of them were from the same person—Ryder.
I glanced at his last two texts.
Ryder: I took care of the stuff on the forum. Don't let it get to you. I'm waiting for you downstairs.
That last one was sent four hours ago.
I threw on a jacket and walked out to the balcony. There he was, standing under the streetlamp, that familiar silhouette. My heart stuttered.
As if he could feel my eyes on him, Ryder looked up.
We held each other's gaze through the dim amber glow.
I finally accepted his friend request. Not that it mattered—even without Insta, he'd always found ways to reach me.
While I waited for him to come up, I had a lot
