I went to find Ryan and noticed his left wrist wrapped in bandages. That was exactly where he always wore the bracelet I had given him.The second his eyes caught mine lingering there, he tugged his sleeve down over the injury.I laughed. That reaction said it all. It was Ryan.Before I could even speak, he rushed to explain, "Don’t overthink this. I just hurt my wrist in a fall."I smirked. "I didn’t say anything. Why are you so jumpy? Did you do something shameful? Sensitive much?"Flustered, he snapped, "I’m just afraid you’ll get all sensitive again! You always twist things!"I let out a cold chuckle. Fine then. If they wanted to call me sensitive, I’d show them who was really sensitive."Where’s the bracelet I gave you? It cost two grand. We’re broken up now, so when are you giving it back? Or are you just another freeloader?"Ryan’s face darkened. More than anything, he hated being accused of mooching. "I’ll pay you back in a couple of days."Not long after he left, a po
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