Handcuffs

Chapter Ten - Not Right

This chapter is shorter than usual, but anyway~

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I was awoken from heavy sleep by my phone buzzing on the bedside table. Groggily, I reached out and grabbed it, only to notice a strong arm wrapped around my waist. Immediately, I shot up in Ryder and I’s bed, my eyes following along the arm until I saw Ryder’s sleeping face. I had to admit, I had a soft spot in my heart for how peaceful he looked as he slept. He really did mean a lot to me, as much as he hurt me and as much as I hated him, I did.

Lying back down carefully, I was unwilling to disrupt the peace that Ryder had found in whatever he was dreaming about. Never had I ever seen him so relaxed in the month I had known him, and it was refreshing. Only now did I realize that he always had worry lines between his eyebrows, and he was never completely relaxed. Not like he was now.

A quiet groan left Ryder’s lips as his eyes began to flutter open, and I froze, terrified that I had done something to wake him up. Closing my eyes, I pretended I was asleep.

Ryder cursed quietly from next to me, and I became hyper-aware of the hardness pressed to my outer thigh. “Best take care of this while she’s still asleep,” I heard him mumble before he shifted in the bed. I desperately fought down the blush that wanted to consume my face as I realized what he was doing. He stayed quiet, and I could barely even tell he was there, but from the occasional quiet grunt, I knew he was.

I don’t know what possessed my body, but it was almost as if I had no control over it as I shifted from my position on my back. I could feel Ryder tense next to me, overly cautious of waking me up, just like I was before. Turning on my side, I threw on of my legs over his, ignoring the heat that was growing in the pit of my stomach. Some sick part of my brain wanted him, loved the position we were in together, and that sort of disgusted me. I shouldn’t feel that way about him. It had been a week since Halloween, and things were incredibly awkward between us, but the awkwardness did nothing to staunch the lust that burned in my stomach whenever I saw him.

His breathing stilled for a second, but my face remained impassive as I continued to pretend I was asleep. “You’re a good actor, love. But I know you want me,” he suddenly whispered into my ear, and I tensed as I let my open.

He was hard, standing at full attention, and I hated that my eyes kept drifting down to it. “I shouldn’t,” I whispered, allowing his arms to pull me closer to his hard chest.

“Let’s go take a shower,” was all he whispered, and I allowed him to pull me from the bed and to the bathroom, thinking that if maybe he wasn’t hard or quite so groggy from sleep, he would never be acting this way to me.

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It was only when I was sitting on my side of the bed, drying my hair after getting dressed in a pair of cream leggings and a dark brown sweater that fell to my mid thigh, that I remembered what had woken me up in the first place.

Guilt swelled in my stomach as I turned on my phone to see the message from Hayes.

Good morning, beautiful. I’ll be waiting for you in the parking lot, yeah?

I didn’t even know that he went to the same school as I did, but it was a big school, so I suppose anything is possible. Hayes and I had been texting each other since the party, and I could tell he liked me. To be completely honest, I liked him too. That just made this morning make me feel even guiltier than it already did. If Hayes found out what I did, he’d be hurt, and I didn’t want to be the one to cause him any pain.