Chapter Eleven.

Ayla.

I sat up against the headboard of my bed thinking about the kiss I shared with Ryder. I never knew one kiss could leave me so puzzled, wondering what to make of it. I don't know what this means, do I like him? Does he like me? So many questions left unanswered. I sigh and shake my head wanting to rid myself of all of this. After he confessed that I apparently make him weak I remember scoffing and leaving. I make him weak? If I'm not wrong all these years he's been the one in control, he is the person who dominates me.

How in the hell could I hate him but possibly think about him in any romantic way? Why did I once resent him but now almost yearn for his attention? My phone buzzes and I see that Bri sent me the location of the café we're supposed to meet at. I in no way wanted to leave my house today but I will never refuse to spend anytime with Bri. I haven't told her what happened, not because I don't want to but honestly because saying it out loud will make me acknowledge it