Yeah so, he wasn’t kidding. Six plates, three bowls, and two glasses later, I can’t move even if I had to. They’d have to carry or drag me out of here because I’m in an absolute comatose from too much good food. Holy crap.
But it wasn’t just the food that was pleasant. It was being able to talk to Ryder like we were friends who haven’t seen each other in years, our conversation casual and with no pressure to impress him or the feeling of being judged by him present at all. I was having the time of my life with a person I didn’t expect yet was glad to have bumped into.
“I want you to come to my party,” he says as he takes a spoonful of coconut bread pudding topped with a brown sugar glaze.
“Really?” I asked, sounding a little too bewildered by the invite.
“Really,” he reassured. “I ha
