Remember, I told you

First Time

A/N: Hey y'all. I have some explaining to do. I know I've been gone a while, but I promise I was still writing. I was working through a lot of edits in this story because I've really been trying to polish it up, fix any plot holes, and really plan for the coming chapters. I've recently been entering some contests and placed first in the ChickLit category for the Donut Awards. It was one of my first competitions and I had a lot of fun and learned a lot. It's all because of supportive readers like you that I am motivated to continue to write and live out my dreams. Thank you, thank you, thank you! It means a lot that you choose to spend your time reading my story.

No more long breaks! I promise. Expect regular updates. I'll make a schedule more clear soon, but like before, expect a couple of times a week. Thank you and much love-livindaybyday.

I was inches above the concrete, when a gasp escaped my lips...but not from the contact with the ground, but rather the hands that gently grasped my waist. My eyes were tightly closed as I was pulled upright, the hairs on the back of my neck still standing with vigilance.

Whoever had saved me, their hands were firmly planted on my waist even after I had been "rescued." I regained my senses, quickly opening my eyes, ready to push the creep's hands off of me when a far too familiar face appeared in front of me.

A grey hoodie covered most of his face, but the mischievous glint in his eyes and the dimple in his smirk were unmistakable. "Careful Rosie. Next time you might just really fall for me."

Ryder freaking Daniels. Of course it was him.

He grinned down at me as I glared at him. I quickly pushed his calloused hands off of me, careful not to get trapped by his gaze. "What are you doing here Ryder?"

"What? No thank you Rosie. I just saved your life!" He threw his hands up in mock outrage, yelling loudly.

"Get over yourself Ryder. I was fine!" I snapped as I tried to yank his ridiculous hoodie off of his face. Even though I was annoyed, I was relieved that Ryder wasn't bringing up our previous conversation. The tension seemed to have lifted a little bit.

He quickly smacked my hand away, whispering. "Hey! Watch the jacket- it's my disguise. I don't want another slip-up after the concert."

It made sense, but maybe it was just the carnival air, or maybe I was just trying to be annoying, but my inner child came out. "Hmhmhmhm mh hmhm I'm mister Ryder Daniels and I'm incredibly famous, blaha blaha," I began mocking, rather loudly just as a hand clamped down against my lips.

"Shut it will you Rosie!" Ryder chastised, but the glimmer in his eyes gave away the smile he was hiding. He continued to hold me close, his arms wrapped around my waist. His touch was quickly becoming intoxicating, but before it could, I got him back. "EWW! Rosie, that's nasty!"

Ryder immediately let me go, quickly wiping his hands against his jacket. "That's nasty!" He yelped.

"Wuss! It's just a little bit of saliva," I mocked, laughing at his discomfort. "What are you even doing here?"