Chapter 92 Is Ryan Flirting With Me?
I froze, my eyes widening in shock.
The lingering sensation on my lips made my mind go blank.
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My heart pounded wildly, my cheeks burning hot as the moment’s intensity crashed over me.
Ryan leaned in slightly, his deep voice laced with amusement as he murmured near my ear, “Gabby, why’s your face so red?”
Too close.
My whole body tensed up in an instant. Flustered, I scrambled to respond, “It’s–just a little warm.”
“Warm?” Ryan raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
Avoiding his gaze, I quickly turned away, desperate to change the subject. Bu Just as I was to, he suddenly lifted his arm–reaching past me to roll down the car window.
The movement brought us into an incredibly intimate position-
Almost like–we were embracing.
I held my breath, my mind spiraling. Was he doing this on purpose?
No way. I was definitely overthinking it.
Shaking off the ridiculous thought, I tried to act normal.
As the window slid down, a rush of cool night air swept in, breaking the charged atmosphere between
- us.
Ryan finally leaned back and started the engine.
I forced myself to stay calm, but my mind kept replaying what had just happened, making my ears
burn hotter each time.
Biting my lip, I sighed inwardly. I have the feeling that every time we were alone, things felt–different.
And That was dangerous.
Desperate to shift the conversation into something safe, I asked, “How is Grandpa doing?”
Ryan glanced over, his tone steady, “Still unconscious, but he’s out of critical condition.”
I exhaled, relief washing over me, “That’s good–as long as he’s stable.”
“When he wakes up, I’ll take you to see him,” Ryan said, his tone softer than usual.
I nodded, “Alright.”
The rest of the drive was filled with small talk, but my mind refused to settle.
Lately, Ryan had been acting different around me.
Was I imagining things?
Yes, it had to be.
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The car rolled to a stop at Starlight Bay.
Ryan stepped out first, Then tapped on my window and said, “We’re here.”
Snapping out of my thoughts, I quickly unfastened my seatbelt and pushed the door open to stepped
out.
Only to misstep. My ankle twisted slightly, and I lurched forward.
Just when I braced for an embarrassing faceplant, strong arms caught me–firm steady, and way too familiar.
Ryan.
I stiffened. My gaze snapped up, locking into his dark eyes–so close that I could see my own reflection in them.
He looked down at me, his lips quirked into an amused smirk, “Gabby, are you throwing yourself at me?”
Heat rushed to my face. I straightened up fast, stammering, “I–I just wasn’t paying attention-”
Ryan clearly wasn’t buying it. He leaned in slightly, his voice dipping into a teasing whisper, “If you wanted to, you could’ve just said so.”
My heartbeat went haywire.
Then, a sudden chilling thought hit me.
Everyone said Ryan was in love with that Miss Miller–so why was he always like this with me?
Maybe he wasn’t actually flirting with me. Maybe I was just overthinking everything.
Trying to keep my voice light, I instinctively glanced up at him and asked, “Ryan, don’t you think we’ve been getting a little too close lately?”
