Ivy
I stare at him dumbfounded. "What do you mean you are staying?"
"I mean, I'm spending the night. We are going to have a little sleepover together," Ryder says, stretching his arms above his head.
Oh my god, is he flexing his pecs right now?
I let out a nervous giggle. "Don't be silly, Ryder. You can't sleep here."
"Why not?" He waggles his eyebrows.
"Be...because...you are a guy, and it's inappropriate!" I cry.
Ryder rolls his eyes. "Oh, please. We've kissed a hundred times."
"What? No we didn't. We kissed maybe three times," I argue.
Ryder shrugs. "Semantics." He twists a lock of my hair on his finger. "Don't be such a prude, Ivy. Let me crash here. I promise I don't bite." He smirks mischievously.
Yeah, why don't I believe him?
I watch as Ryder jumps onto my bed, making hi
