CHAPTER TWELVE
While a tired Connor brushed his teeth, Lucy placed his pajamas on his bed. She couldn’t stop thinking about Ryker. About him kissing her. About what he might say to his agent.
If only she could turn back the clock, she would have said no to his invitation tonight. That way he wouldn’t be in trouble, and she wouldn’t want more kisses.
Pathetic.
Crushing on Ryker didn’t mean she should kiss him. Crushes were supposed to be fun, not leave her with swollen lips and a confused heart.
Not my heart, she corrected herself.
Her mind.
Her heart was fine.
Safe.
She planned on keeping it that way. Staying away from Ryker would be her best plan of action. She wouldn’t see him again until the Defeeters’ game on Saturday. Out of sight, out of mind. Though he’d promised to call to
