I stretch, yawning, and open my eyes. Shocked, I quickly sit up in bed and examine the room. Where am I? How did I end up here? I turn my head the other way and find Ryder’s dark eyes watching me. “What are you doing here?” I look around the room again. “What do you mean, what I’m doing here? This is my room.” “Oh my God.” Only now, I notice I’m not wearing my clothes. “Oh, God,” I repeat, pulling the covers higher. “What happened? Did we…?” Chuckling, Ryder gets up and comes closer. He sits beside me on the bed, and I pull away a few inches. With his hand, he reaches to my face and tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear. Ugh, I’m sure I look terrible. I quickly fix my hair as much as possible without a brush. “How are you feeling?” Huh? Why is he as-… “Oh, shit.” I cover my mouth with my hand as I remember last night. “I have to go home,” I say, getting out of bed, and start searching for my things.
