Wren’s POVThe door swung open and Ryan stepped inside, took one look at the two of us, Dani’s fingers barely grazing my jaw, my hand on his arm, the approximately zero inches of space between us, and stopped walking.“Am I interrupting something?” he asked.I scrambled back into my chair so fast it scraped against the floor.“No,” I said.“Nothing,” Dani said, at the same time.Ryan looked between us with an expression of pure satisfaction. Then he crossed the room, leaned down, and began pressing exaggerated kisses across Dani’s face in rapid succession, forehead, cheek, other cheek, nose.“Ryan.” Dani’s hands came up immediately, trying to push him off. “Stop. What are you doing…”“I’m healing you,” Ryan said, pressing another one to his temple. “With love.”“Get off me…”Ryan stepped back, spreading his hands wide. “Did it work? Do you feel better?”Dani stared at him. “I feel significantly worse.”“That means it’s working.” Ryan pulled up a chair and dropped into it with the ease
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