Chapter 6

Ignoring his hurt expression, I firmly closed the door.

Leaning against the door, I slowly slid to the floor, burying my face in my knees.

My phone vibrated.

Ryder: [You ran fast. Did you know your shirt was on inside out?]

I looked down at my T-shirt.

Infuriated, I threw my phone onto the couch.

But a few seconds later, I couldn't resist picking it up to reply:

"Nothing happened last night, right?"

[Typing…]

This status lasted for a long time.

Finally, he sent a photo.

On a messy bed.

My shirt and Ryder's tie were tangled together, looking incredibly intimate.

[What do you think?]

"You took advantage of me!"

[Who was it clinging to me, saying 'You're so hot, big brother'?]

"No way! I never said anything like that!"

Ryder sent a voice note directly.

It was my own sticky, drunken voice:

"Big brother… you're so hot… way hotter than Liam…"

I was so mortified my toes curled, almost crushing my phone.

"Delete it! Delete it now!"

[Beg me. Or, come to my place tonight and beg me in person.]

"In your dreams!"