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Ryan.
He stood there looking so tired, his eyes a little puffy, his shirt slightly wrinkled, but still so damn handsome it made my throat dry. “Hey,” he said softly.
“Hey,” I replied awkwardly, not sure what to say. I hadn’t really spoken to him properly since that day. Everything about him made me uneasy, not in a bad way, just… complicated.
He handed me a small bag. “Here.”
“What’s this?” I asked, taking it from him.
“Your phone,” he said. “It was in the hospital drawer.”
“Oh!” My eyes lit up the moment I saw what was inside the bag. “My phone!” I gasped, reaching for it quickly. As I did, our fingers brushed, just for a second, but it was enough to send a strange spark shooting straight through me, hot and electric, crawling under my skin.
I froze for a heartbeat, the touch lingering longer than it should’ve, my pulse skipping wildly as I tried not to look at him. Ryan’s gaze didn’t help at all. He was just staring at me so intensely that it made my heart race even faster.
Desperate to break the tension, I pulled the phone out completely and hugged it to my chest, pretending that was the reason for my flushed face. “Oh my God, I’ve missed this thing so much,” I said quickly, forcing a little laugh.
Ryan’s lips curved slightly, like he knew exactly what I was doing but decided to let it go. That quiet smirk of his only made my heartbeat go even faster.
“Thank you,” I said quickly, stepping back toward my room. “You can go now.” I tried to close the door, but his foot stopped it midway.
“Ryan!” I said, eyes wide.
He said nothing, just pushed the door gently open and walked in like it was the most normal thing in the world. He looked around once, then sat down on my bed. “Sit,” he said, patting the space next to him.
I blinked, “No. You already gave me my phone. You can go.‘
He raised an eyebrow. “Anna.”
The way he said my name, it wasn’t demanding, it wasn’t even angry, but it made my stomach flutter in a way that annoyed me. I hesitated, biting my lip, and finally gave in, sitting down beside him. My whole body went tense, God… He smelled good, too good, and I hated that my brain noticed that.
“Switch it on,” he said quietly.
I turned on my phone. It vibrated several times as notifications flooded in. Missed calls, messages, group chats I didn’t even recognize. “Whoa,” I murmured, scrolling. There were so many messages from unknown numbers. One caught my attention, a contact saved as Sasha


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