What Ryan Doesn't Know (BWWM)
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Ryan smelled like spearmint gum and something warm, like clean laundry. He looked up at her, listening carefully, but the second she leaned a little closer, his arm moved without much thought. He let it slide around her waist, slow, like asking permission with touch.
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