Ryder and Friday.

*Ryder.*

My boyfriend's fist connected with my nose and I was suddenly pinned against the wall.

I sank mine into his stomach and watched as he doubled over.

"I'm sorry, Fri." I told him, wiping the blood from my face.

"It's my fault. I need to learn to manage my fucking anger." He argued through gritted teeth.

"I shouldn't have punched you." I reasoned, finger combing his dyed black hair.

"Ry, I started it." He sighed, reaching up to take my hands.

I stared into his bright blue eyes.

"Still ..." I laughed, standing on my toes to kiss his forehead.

He's five foot four and I'm five foot two.

He kissed my lips and I got lost in the moment.