From the corner of my eye, I notice Ryder is on his phone. Texting, I think. Which activates a jolt of suspicion. It suddenly occurs to me that maybe the reason he hasn’t contacted me all week isn’t because, like me, he was overwhelmed by how mind-blowing the sex was. Maybe he’s sleeping with other people. The notion weakens my pulse, and not in a good way. For some reason, the thought of him in bed with another girl makes me feel— My phone buzzes in my purse. I wait a few seconds, trying to remain nonchalant, then fish it out of my bag. My breath promptly gets stuck in my lungs. RYDER: I
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