19. You can't Sleep Here

Ivy

I stare at him dumbfounded. "What do you mean you are staying?"

"I mean, I'm spending the night. We are going to have a little sleepover together," Ryder says, stretching his arms above his head.

Oh my god, is he flexing his pecs right now?

I let out a nervous giggle. "Don't be silly, Ryder. You can't sleep here."

"Why not?" He waggles his eyebrows.

"Be...because...you are a guy, and it's inappropriate!" I cry.

Ryder rolls his eyes. "Oh, please. We've kissed a hundred times."

"What? No we didn't. We kissed maybe three times," I argue.

Ryder shrugs. "Semantics." He twists a lock of my hair on his finger. "Don't be such a prude, Ivy. Let me crash here. I promise I don't bite." He smirks mischievously.

Yeah, why don't I believe him?

I watch as Ryder jumps onto my bed, making himself comfortable. I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment and frustration. "Ryder, get off my bed. This is not okay."

But he just grins and pats the space next to him. "Come on, Ivy. It'll be fun. We can wat