#8

Eve’s POV:

I sat frozen, like a stuffed animal, unable to gather my wits or find the strength to move a muscle. Seeing Ryan sitting on my doorstep was beyond comprehension. I blinked several times, trying to process the surreal sight before me.

He looked angry, his breathing heavy and his eyes darting restlessly across my face. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words escaped my lips. Similarly, he remained silent, and we simply locked eyes, exchanging a wordless intensity.

In the next instant, the impulse to retreat surged through me, urging me to run back into the safety of my house. But before I could react, Ryan grabbed me and pulled me into a tight embrace. At first, I felt numb, almost detached from the warmth enveloping me, but the reality of the situation quickly resurfaced, and I started to struggle against his hold. Yet, he only tightened his arms around me, refusing to let go.

"What's wrong with you?" I screamed. I thrashed in his grip, desperate to break free.

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