No one’s ever made you feel this way but him.

Shame, adrenaline, maybe even a dash of guilt courses through your veins as Ryder kisses you hungrily, slotting one leg between yours as he tries to make space in the back of his ratty-ass van for the both of you.

He’s a mess, all bruises and scrapes, but you like a little rugged— don’t you?

“Steven’s out for a game, yeah?” Ryder mumbles against your lips, and he’s all smiles when you nod. “You spoil me, baby.”