A friendly word?
The way Ryan emphasizes it doesn’t seem like it’s just going to be a friendly word.
I stand up slightly from the stool, ready to protest. But Ryan's steps are long and fast, and before I can call out to him, he storms out of the kitchen.
I slowly sink back into my seat, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. I keep taking anxious glances, back toward them, to see what’s going on.
What exactly does Rayn want to say to Aldo? Wait—what if it’s because of what I told him and he tells him to stop following me around? Honestly, I’d love that. But what if Aldo refuses? What if it turns into a fight?
My chest suddenly tightens with worry.
Oh no, Ryan, please come back!
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My eyes are fixed on Aldo who doesn’t shift or move, standing motionless in his position as I walk t
