Page 23 of Bound By Secrets

Kat:

I'm not sure. She hung up on me about 5 mins ago and said if she doesn't reply within a few hours then I need to tell you guys she was with Ryker

Brad:

Naa, she's not kidnapped. She's just gone to get some dick from a very sexy man.

Callum:

I can see her sneaking out of the house now, she's fine and I'm assuming she's going to Ryker's.

Nate:

Who tf is Ryker?

Why do I not know anything?

Brad:

Aww, don't be jealous Nate. She still likes you but this guy is just out of this world, if he fucksas good as he looks then maybe we should be a little worried... Okay, now I'm worried

Connor:

Jesus Christ.

- Connor left the chat -

- Brad added Connor to the chat -

- Connor left the chat -

- Callum added Connor to the chat -

Connor:

FFS

Walking into the outhouse that Ryker’s staying in has my heart pumping fiercely and my thoughts whizzing around at a mile a minute trying to figure out how this conversation is going to go.

Ryker closes the door behind me as I observe the interior. The leather sofa against the wall is new but identical to the last one. The bed is still in the middle of the room with rumpled sheets and the set of drawers on either side are still the same. From what I can see through the open door, the bathroom hasn’t changed either.

“Are you thinking about the last time we were here?” I blush almost immediately and my eyes dart over to Ryker, he’s got a cheeky smile spread across his face. I scoff, rolling my eyes at him and walk over to sit on the sofa.

“What’s up, Callie? What’s going on in your head?” I look up at him and raise my eyebrow in question.

He chuckles lightly and comes over to sit with me. “I can tell that something’s going on with you."

Giving him an incredulous look, I ask, “How exactly do you know that?”

He reaches his hand up to my face, smoothing his thumb over my forehead and then letting it drop to my lips before pulling his hand back down and placing it on my knee.

“I may not have seen you for a while, but when I was with you, I studied every little thing about you for years. Whenever something's playing on your mind, you get these little creases on your forehead from your eyebrows being slightly drawn down. It’s almost unnoticeable really. Your lips twitch every now and then when your mind is trying to sort through everything because you get the urge to bite the inside of your cheeks, but you refrain from doing it.” As he rambles on about how I also pick at the skin on my fingers, like I’m doing right this second, I can’t help but stare back at him in awe.

“So, what’s going on, Callie? Talk to me.” I look down to see his hand still resting on my knee, his thumb rubbing back and forth.

I nibble on my bottom lip, wondering how to tell him about what’s been playing on my mind. He squeezes my leg gently in an encouraging manner. I take a deep breath and place my hand on top of his. He turns his hand over and interlocks our fingers together.

“I almost let a guy called Nate finger me earlier…” I look up nervously to see his reaction to what I’ve just said. He stares at me with a blank face, his eyes swimming with humour. He nods at me in a way to tell me to carry on talking.

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