My heart felt like it was being crushed by an invisible hand, squeezed so tight I could barely breathe.

Sensing my distress, Ryan pulled me into his arms, holding me firmly yet gently. His hand stroked my back in soothing motions, his voice a low, calming murmur.

"Gabby, don't overthink it. Just breathe, okay? Don't put so much pressure on yourself."

His warmth enveloped me—familiar and steady, a place that felt safe. Instinctively, I curled against his chest, letting ...