Ivy
I wake up the next day and expect Ryder to be gone in the morning but no.
He has proven me wrong once again.
Because as I try to stretch and turn to my side, I realize that I can't f*****g move.
Ryder's arm is draped over my waist, holding me tightly against him. I try to wiggle out of his grip, but he only pulls me closer. I let out a frustrated sigh but can't help the smile that tugs at my lips.
I take a moment to just lay there, listening to his breathing and feeling his warmth against me.
I gently try to disentangle myself from him again, and this time he stirs. His eyes slowly open, and he looks at me with a lazy smile.
"Hey," he says, his voice low and husky.
"Why are you still here?" I whine.
He chuckles and tightens his hold on me. "Are you complaining?"
"Yes, I'm com
