Shane's POV
I'm already sitting on set when Ryan arrives, and I get to watch him come in. His bright smile lights up the room as he greets everyone, then catches my eye. He winks and holds up a coffee he bought for me.
'You know my order?' I ask, flattered.
'Of course!' He sets it down on the desk in front of me. 'How come you are so early?'
'Just excited for some true crime', I joke.
He grins, and I smile too. His joy is just infectious - I feel like I could never be sad when Ryan is around.
'Well then, let's get started!' He settles into his chair and begins to lay down the facts of the case. Normally I love this bit - true crime really does fascinate me - but today I can't stop staring at Ryan.
God, what is wrong with me? I shake my head to try and snap myself out of it.
I try my best, making jokes as Ryan tells the story, playing my part. I almost feel back to normal when Ryan reaches across me to grab a pen. His arm brushes against my chest and for a second I feel his breath against my neck.
It feels so natural, and I just want to reach over and hold him.
What is going on? I must be tired. I've had days like this before, where I can't seem to get Ryan out of my head, but never this bad.
We finally finish filming the episode, and Ryan takes a swig from his coffee. He looks so good, face tilted towards the light, his jawline flawless. I want to run my lips along his cheekbones. He grins at me, and I light up inside. My stomach flutters as I smile back.
Shit.
I think I'm in love with Ryan Bergara.
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does he feel the same? (shyan) (COMPLETE)
FanfictionRyan and Shane are best friends and workmates - but do they want more? Fluff and smut with your favourite friends to lovers trope... and maybe something supernatural. Any chapters with smut in have (s) in the title.
