Aanya's POV
I didn’t dare look up.
His presence behind me sent a wave of heat down my spine. Even without turning around, I could feel it—the sheer intensity of Ryan Williamson. I kept my arms folded tightly across my chest, refusing to react, but my heart was thudding so loudly I was sure he could hear it.
He stepped closer.
I still didn’t move.
“Aanya,” he said, his voice deceptively calm, “Were you really trying to sneak out?”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “It’s not sneaking if I’m just going to college,” I mumbled.
Silence.
When I finally peeked up at him, I almost gasped.
His white shirt clung to his body, a few drops of water still trailing from his damp hair down his neck. The top two buttons were open, revealing a glimpse of his chest. He had that same calm expression on his fa
