“I’m thirty seconds,” Lo says under his breath, his eyes flickering to Ryke. “I’m fifteen.” I frown. For what? To intervene? Connor looks between them. “You both can’t be serious.” Ryke glances at his watch. “Five…” “She’s a smart girl,” Connor reminds them. “She’s sixteen,” Lo says. “Three…” And then the guy slaps her ass, and Ryke is about to drop Melissa on the ground.
I LOVE CANCUN. jealous ryke is too good.
