Ryan scans the room, finding me in the corner. His ocean eyes widen with shock as his strides pick up pace to meet me. He’s beautiful and commanding, but I have no idea what he’s doing here. Is this part of the deal? Him acting like a protective boyfriend in front of my old friends? His warm fingers push my hair away from my face before testing the temperature of my forehead with the back of his hand. I brush him off without much authority, but he ignores me and checks again. “What are you doing here?” I ask, finally giving in and leaning into his touch.
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