I stared a hole into the bag containing the deluxe art kit across the room, spinning in my desk chair in my bedroom. Despite Ryan's generosity yesterday (which completely freaked me out), I accepted it, him telling me only to open it when I got Alec as a boyfriend. It was taunting me to open it and Ryan knew it would, threatening that if I opened it otherwise, we'd spend a whole day at his place punishing me. In the back of my mind, I had the urge to test his threat, wondering if opening it would be worth it.
"Emma, someone's downstairs for you," mom called.
Ripping my eyes away from my guilty pleasure, I stood up straightening my new ruffle skirt, V-neck shirt that exposed my shoulder, and silver belt around my waist. For a guy, Ryan had some sensible taste in clothes and for some reaso
