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RYDER'S POV
If I had all my stuff with me, I'd move out here in a heartbeat.

"How do you do your modeling if they think you're away at college?" Luke asked.

"Depending on who reaches out to me, I drive to them and find a motel or an AirBnB and stay in that state." I said.

"That's a lot of gas. Modeling must pay good." He said.

"I mean I have a side job that I'm pretty ashamed of." I said.

"Are you a drug dealer?" He asked.

"What?! No!" I said.

"Then what's the job?" He asked.

"Don't judge me, but I teach pole dancing lessons. Not for strippers but as a form of exercise." I said.

"What? When?" He asked.

"I used to do dance but my dance instructor never told me that the studio I belonged to was bought by a pole dancing studio so I walked to dance one day saw a bunch of poles. I stayed for a class and the rest is history." I explained.

"Please don't see me as anything less than the person I am. I don't go to strip clubs it's a form of exercise for me." I said.

"I still see you for you. At least I know why you're so skinny. I just love how honest you are." He said.

"Isn't that what a relationship is built upon? Honesty?" I asked.

"Honesty, trust, and love." He said kissing my cheek.

I smile.

"Thank you for not judging me." I said.

"I'd never judge you in a million years." He said.

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