Lily Thompson
The room froze.
Ryan’s stare was sharp. Savage. His fists clenched like he’d just walked in on a damn crime scene.
Before I could say a word, before Brandon could lean away or explain, Ryan was already moving.
Brandon barely saw the punch coming.
“Ryan!” I screamed as Brandon stumbled backward into the shelf, knocking over a stack of sample boards.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I shoved Ryan back, my heart slamming against my ribs. “You can’t just walk in and punch people!”
“He was trying to touch you!” Ryan snapped, chest heaving, his voice gravelly with rage. “He had his damn lips almost on yours!”
“And I very much wanted that!” I shouted back before I even thought about it. The words left my mouth like a slap, silencing everything.
Ryan froze.
His eyes widen
