NATALIE
“ So…tell me what’s happening.” Giana asks for the third time during our ride back home.
My mind is still caught up in the events from earlier.
Ryker. His name is Ryker. He finally told me but what help is this name to me?
Besides, he knows things about me — he knows where I live, what I do. He even has the contact numbers of my friends saved in his phone.
Some fucked up situation I have caught myself into.
But, I can’t deny, he did make my heart skip a beat when he stopped me midway an