Mirella’s POV

I prayed silently that Ryan wouldn’t call my name or stop me. The last time I had seen him, his family had moved away in a hurry. Without a phone, there had been no way for him to contact me afterward. He was the neighbor I had crush on.

His gaze shifted to Henry, whose arm was wrapped possessively around my waist. Confusion and disbelief flickered across his face as we walked into the restaurant. He wasn’t sure if I had noticed him yet, but I'm certain that he remembered ...