Hearing him refer to me as Lily brought me a sense of tranquility. Why did it seem so quiet and acceptable in my ears, I couldn't figure out. Because of this strange circumstance, I noticed that my eyes were gradually becoming moist. Ryan wrapped his arms over my shoulders. His chiseled arms brushed up against my exposed flesh. He pressed our bodies together, and I had the impression that he was making certain that he held me tightly so that I wouldn't slip away. I had unintentionally risen from my gazing, and I saw the bemused and stilled expressions on the faces of the people watching us as we carried...