Jennifer’s POV
Holy Moon.
I close my eyes， feeling Ryan’s warm breath against my neck.
Why does it feel so good when I am with him?
Over the past week， he has been visiting my place frequently，which makes me conflicted.
On one hand， I don’t know how to handle his visits， but on the other hand， I long for him to come see me.
I sigh and gently push him away as reason takes the better side of me. Pretending not to notice the disappointment in his eyes， I ask again， "Seriously. You wanna tea or coffee?"
"Tea，" he murmurs.
"Have a seat， Your Highness，" I gesture for him to sit on the couch and make him a cup of tea.
"I’d prefer if you called me Ryan."
"I’d rather not，" I say. "We’re not that close yet."
He flinches at my response， lowering his gaze down at the floor. I sense that my
