Ivy

I wake up the next day and expect Ryder to be gone in the morning but no.

He has proven me wrong once again.

Because as I try to stretch and turn to my side, I realize that I can't fucking move.

Ryder's arm is draped over my waist, holding me tightly against him. I try to wiggle out of his grip, but he only pulls me closer. I let out a frustrated sigh but can't help the smile that tugs at my lips.

I take a moment to just lay there, listening to his breathing and feeling his warmth against me.

I gently try to disentangle myself from...