Novel & Cerita Cover Catcher In The Rye

Cole opened the backseat door for me, but I didn't get in. Instead, my foot seemed rooted to the floor. My eyes were locked on Ryker. He was also staring right back at me, a small grin on his face. "Hey, Babe." His words barely brushed past my ears. Because my eyes were locked on something else instead—on the bandages, half-stained with blood, that were wrapped around his head.

“To make sure no one pulls anything shady.” Something about that made warmth spread through my chest. Still, I hesitated. “I just… I don’t want to deal with the attention. If Riley’s already talking about me, then—” Ryder pulled something from his pocket and held it up. A sleek black mask. I blinked. “What’s that for?” He smirked. “If you don’t want them to know it’s you… then don’t let them.” I stared at him. He tossed it at me and I caught it. “Problem solved, darling.”

"Plus, I like all the pockets in the apron to stash away the extra food." "Well, I'm sure it looks nice on you." His voice is soft and pleasant and I certainly don't miss the slight blush that spread up from the collar of his sweatshirt to his cheeks. To hide his embarrassment, I lean forward and fill his half empty mug and then scoot it closer to his hand so he doesn't miss or spill it. While doing so I catch sight of what he is writing on his screen. "Ugh," I say straightening back up. "I hated Catcher in the Rye."

The Hello Kitty bedspread was a jarring, innocent backdrop for the sheer depravity unfolding atop it. Ryder loomed over Ruth-Ann, his leather jacket discarded on the floor, leaving him in a black T-shirt that strained against his lats. He didn't just look at her, he mapped her. His gaze was pinning her to the mattress more effectively than his hands ever could.