“I want to go. You don’t have to beg.” I shook my head. “I wasn’t begging.” “Yes, you were. Please, Ryder, go out with me. Nothing is ever the same without you. The word fun doesn’t exist unless it’s about you.” “Please, Ryder, go out with me. I don’t know how I ever got out of bed each day without you.” I felt around for the pillow on the floor, then smacked him on the head with it, Ryder none the wiser until it connected.
