“You’re late,” I say with a pout the moment I open the door to Ryker.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” he retorts cheekily before leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on my lips.
I sigh in pleasure.
He looks as handsome as usual in his all-black outfit, and his smirk is as devastating as usual… so, it is no surprise that with each passing second that I am looking at him, I want to melt in a puddle by his feet more and more.
Yes, I am attracted to him and his bad boy persona, as any sane girl should be. But there’s more to the flutter of the butterflies in my tummy than just physical awareness, even if I am only discovering this side of me with him.
He is stealing all my firsts. My first kiss. My first wet dream. My first bike ride… what’s next?
He removes his leather jacket,
