TEN

Alecia gripped Ryder hand as they walked to his apartment door - his other hand held two movies. Somehow she had talked him into the romances instead of the action thriller. 

    "I’ll get some blankets,” he said, letting go of her hand and reaching for the doorknob. Yes, they would need blankets, since she had agreed to come back here and cuddle with him. She rubbed her fingers together, feeling the sticky sweat that gathered despite the chilled air. They were starting to make a habit of being alone. That could be bad or good, but so far Ryder hadn’t asked for more than holding and kissing her. Ryder opened the door and ushered her in, but she stopped in her track, her body tensing. A tall, slender woman with brown hair that fell to the middle of her back sat on the couch in a blue dress shirt that she recognized as Ryder's.

    "Hey, Ryder.” The girl bit down on one of the cuffs of the shirt.