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Chapter 17

After about thirty minutes, he drifts off, and I keep watching him. I can't take my eyes off him as I keep flicking between him and the road. He never had to think today. Not like me. I stood there in sheer panic. He ran in like a superhero and stayed with that guy, and he even flew to the hospital with him. I mean, what kind of person does that, just so selflessly putting themselves out for another person without being asked?

I sigh. He does, Ryder. He's kind, caring, strong, and dreamy, and I think I'm falling in love with him. The more time I spend near him, the more there is to like. He has so many layers and great qualities that make him an outstanding human being, but the more I see, the more I like. The more I like, the more I feel like I will never be enough. I certainly wouldn't be good enough for a guy like Ryder. What would someone like him even see in someone like me?

I sigh as I glance over at him again. How do you become a guy worthy of a guy like Ryder? What would I need to do to be good enough? As I pull up beside his van, I don't want to wake him. I don't want this to be over. I mean, we haven't spoken, but I find just having him near me calming, and I can't get enough. He groans, and I flick my eyes to his.

"Hey, sleeping beauty." I chuckle, and he gives me the most hard-on-making smile before stretching. The hem of his top rides up a little, and I can't help but flick my gaze down to check out the abs on show.

As he slides out of the car, he turns and grins at me. "Thanks, man, for coming to get me."

I nod, and I drive away once he's closed the door. I don't want to. I want to stay. I want to talk to him. I want to stare into his dark, brooding eyes now they're open and lose myself in him, but I also don't want to be creepy. So, I head home alone, but I actually feel good about myself for a change. I liked helping him. I liked how he smiled at me when he thanked me, and I liked how he looked sleeping next to me.