Serena's POV
I'd packed most of my things into two suitcases. No sense staying at Maya's anymore—I no longer needed to hide from Ryan.
"You sure you're ready to move back?" Maya asked, helping me with one of my bags. "My door's always open."
"I'm good," I assured her as we headed downstairs. "Hiding from Ryan was getting exhausting anyway. Besides, I miss my own space."
Maya laughed. "Your 'space' that you've barely lived in for weeks?"
"It's still mine."
We pushed through the building's front doors, and I froze. Ryan was standing there, looking unfairly handsome in dark jeans and a navy button-up, holding a bouquet of violets—my favorites.
"What's he doing here?" Maya whispered.
"No idea," I muttered, my heart doing an annoying little flip.
Ryan approached us
