I Don't Talk to Ryker

Declan rubs his fingers up and down my arm as we lay in my bed together.

He’s still mostly dressed, but I was too lazy to put my clothes back on.

He sighs, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek. “Not that I’m complaining, but did you just use me?”

I chuckle into him.

His returning chuckle is warm and deep, settling the ache in the pit of my stomach. “I didn’t mean to overhear.”

I press