Alecia gripped Ryder hand as they walked to his apartment door – his other hand held two movies. Somehow she had talked him into the romances instead of the action thriller.

“I’ll get some blankets,” he said, letting go of her hand and reaching for the doorknob. Yes, they would need blankets, since she had agreed to come back here and cuddle with him. She rubbed her fingers together, feeling the sticky sweat that gathered despite the chilled air. They were starting to make a habit of being alone. That could be bad or good, but so far Ryder hadn’t asked for more than holding and kissing her. Ryder opened...