"Hmm?" I looked up at him, startled.

We were standing so close that my breath hitched, coming out in short, uneven bursts.

"Last night—" he began, his intense gaze locking on mine, making my cheeks flush and my whole body stiffen.

"Nothing happened last night!" I blurted out, instantly regretting it.

The way I rushed to defend myself only made me sound guilty.

I silently prayed Ryan didn't remember anything.

Because if he did? Future interactions would ...