"Lyla's excuse was bad enough—that kiss at the dorm was probably so disgusting she couldn't sleep. Now you're pulling the same act? Pathetic."
His words resonated with the class. Lyla's kiss had been seen as a moment of weakness—why else would she go for the class doormat?
And now Tina was claiming Ryan was her man? No one bought it.
But Tina wasn't backing down.
"I can't keep testing Ryan's sincerity. How many three-year chances does a person get in life?"
She turned to Ryan, her eyes pleading and affectionate. "Dripping water wears through stone. My heart isn't made of stone..."
"Darling, thank you for loving me all this time. Now, it's my turn to love you back."
Before anyone could react, she climbed onto Ryan's lap and kissed him—deeply, passionately, as if begging him not to push her away.
"Wow..."
The moment their lips touched, a lingering fragrance hit Ryan, instantly making his mind dizzy.
