ASHLEY;“Spill,” he commanded, like he was all ears.I shifted in my seat, suddenly feeling too warm under his stare. The cafeteria noise buzzed around us, but it felt far away. All I could focus on was Ryder leaning forward, his thick arms still resting on the table, those dangerous blue eyes fixed on me like I was the only person in the room. And the heavy standing fan did its thing, subtly pulling on his shirt, enough to show off the tattoo covering one side of his chest.I took a slow breath and started. “First condition… You don’t touch me. No grabbing my hand like you did earlier. No pulling me close in front of people. Or standing too near to keep me uncomfortable. This is just tutoring, nothing else.”A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he played around with the glass in his hand, but he didn’t argue. He simply nodded once, like he was filing it away.“Second,” I continued, “you actually show up for the sessions. No skipping because of hockey practice or… what
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