[ K A R A ]
I woke up the next morning to the warm sunlight and Ryder's familiar scent. But when I opened my eyes, Ryder wasn't there!
"Ryder?" I murmured, foolishly thinking he would somehow appear out of thin air.
My bed was messy and my clothes were scattered everywhere, a clear sign that I wasn't dreaming about last night. My heartbeat suddenly quickened as the thought came to mind: did he just leave?
I quickly pulled myself up, ignoring the soreness of my muscles, and put on the first shirt I saw on the floor. I raced out of my bedroom door, and my heart stopped when I saw the most unimaginable thing possible. Ryder was shirtless in my kitchen, holding a spatula and flipping a pancake.
"You looked like you've seen a ghost," he commented when he saw me.
"I th
