Ivy

I stare at him dumbfounded. "What do you mean you are staying?"

"I mean, I'm spending the night. We are going to have a little sleepover together," Ryder says, stretching his arms above his head.

Oh my god, is he flexing his pecs right now?

I let out a nervous giggle. "Don't be silly, Ryder. You can't sleep here."

"Why not?" He waggles his eyebrows.

"Be...because...you are a guy, and it's inappropriate!" I cry.

Ryder rolls his eyes. "Oh, please. We've kissed a hundred times."

"What? No we didn't. We kissed maybe three times," I argue.

Ryder shrugs. "Semantics." He twists a lock of my hair on his finger....