Page 46 of Wicked Brutal

Ryan: still thinking about it though

My cheeks heat.

you walked past me twenty minutes ago like you didn’t know me

Ryan: hated every second of it

Ryan: you looked pretty

My stupid heart squeezes.

you didn’t even look at me

Ryan: you didn’t see me look at you

creepy

Ryan: obsessed

possessive

Ryan: very

Ryan: sandwich

oh my god

Ryan: eat it

i am

Ryan: proof

fuck off

Ryan: picture ally

I take the sandwich out of my bag, unwrap it, and send him a picture with my middle finger beside it. His response comes immediately.

Ryan: beautiful

the sandwich?

Ryan: your hand

freak

Ryan: your freak

Jesus Christ. I lock my phone before he can make my face any hotter and take a bite.

“That’s either Ryan or you’re having a really good time with that turkey sandwich.”

I look up as Becca drops into the chair across from me. “Ryan,” I say.

“Figured.”

She reaches across the table and steals one of the pretzels from the bag I haven’t opened yet.