Lyra

Ryan pressed a gentle kiss onto my forehead.

We stayed holding each other for a long moment, neither wanting to let go. As all things must end, eventually Ryan stepped back with a pained expression.

"We should go," Ryan said sadly. "Before someone sees us."

I refused to cry. "Okay."

He took my hand, and together we walked back towards the path. As we neared the edge of the woods, we heard voices. Ryan pulled me behind a tree, pressing a finger to his ...