~~~Freya~~~

My life is actually easier. Peaceful, even.

After that messy afternoon at the café, Dylan just vanished. No calls. No texts. No pathetic attempts to show up at my door. Not that I wanted him hovering around like a lost dog, but it was weird how completely he disappeared. Either way, I cut every single tie with him. Good riddance.

Ryder, on the other hand, has been spoiling me like crazy lately. Especially with jewelry. Fucking Christ, the pieces he gets me are stupid expensive — gold, diamonds, sapphires, rubies, emeralds… I can’t even name half of them. I love them, but keeping that kind of stuff at home...