“Wait! No!”Shit!
Stalker Problems - Chapter 20 - “True Love”
Tuesday – April 11, 2023
Ryder laughed and put his phone away. “You’re adorable when you’re angry.”
“Shut up.” I punched his arm again, but his bicep was so hard that it kind of hurt my hand. “Ow.”
“See. Adorable.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t be rude, Mr. Biceps of Steel.” I hated being called adorable. I wanted him to think I was sexy and alluring and…not cute.
“Let’s take a selfie.”
“Okay…” This guy was not good at segues.
He handed me his phone.
“What, you don’t know how to take a selfie?” I asked. I tried to hand his phone back to him.
“Girls usually have a certain angle they want to take it at.”
Girls?Jealousy shot through me. I pictured him doing this with a thousand girls before me. Frankie’s warning rang through my head.It's all just a façade. Bad wiring, rusty pipes.And FBI lies, apparently. I pushed the thoughts away and held the phone out.
Ryder slid his arm around my shoulder. “Put it a little higher.”
I did, even though I wasn’t sure why he no longer trusted my expertise.
“Higher.”
“My arm isn’t that long. If you’re gonna be a diva about the angle, maybe you should take it.”
“No, that’s fine. Go ahead.”
“Three, two, one…” I snapped the photo. And then I realized that my nipple had slipped out of my dress. Because I had reached so far.Shit!I dropped the phone and pulled my dress back into place.
Ryder grabbed the phone. “Looks like I’ve found my new background picture.”
“Don’t you dare.” I tried to snatch the phone out of his hand, but he held it over his head. Which meant it was way out of my reach.
“Or maybe it would make some nice wall art. I’ve been looking for something new over the fireplace.”
“Delete it.” I barely knew him. He wasn’t allowed to have pictures of my left breast on his phone.Yet.
“No way. I’m not going to delete our first photo together.”
I jumped to try to get the phone, but all that did was make my boob pop out again.Damn dress.“It’s going to be our last photo too if you don’t hand it over this second.”
“You’re a bad liar. But you’re welcome to keep trying to get it from me. I’m rather enjoying this.”
Instead of jumping for it and flashing him again, I took a different approach. A tickle attack. And I wasn’t messing around. I went straight for the armpit of his outstretched arm.
But it didn’t work. He just stood there like a brick wall.
“Now we’re doing a tickle war, huh? It’s on.” His free hand shot out and he started to tickle me real good. Like he was some sort of expert tickler.
“No!” I screamed, wiggling away and running for the stairs.
