After getting my s**t together some couple of minutes later. I decided to make my way downstairs and continue what I almost started and found Ryder stretched out on the couch with his eyes closed.
Was he sleeping?
He looked really relaxed and so much comfortable but am not going to let him have any ounce of peace, not when he is hell bent on stealing mine every step of the way with his very annoying presence.
Cocking my head to the side with an evil grin on my face, I took a step closer to where his feet was resting innocently against the armrest and kicked at it hard and waited for his possible reaction.
He jumped back on his feet with a pained expression and I couldn't help but scoff at him.
Such a pu**y.
"What the f**k man. What's your f*****g problem"
I gave a ca
