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I handed him the phone.

He stared down at the photo for a long time. “No one will want to see this photo. I’m not even smiling.”

I walked around the island and peeked over his shoulder. Ryan looked like some sort of sex god in the picture. He was unaware of thecamera. Just being himself, with those muscles and bed hair. I swallowed hard. “Your female fans might like it.”

He handed me the phone. “I like the poetry of you taking shirtless photos of me, using the phone that Jensen gave you.”

Before he refused, I quickly said, “I will need to log in to your Instagram account. What is your password?”

“Probably the same one I use for everything else?”

“Which is?”

“Hat trick.”

“What is it with all these unoriginal passwords?” I logged into his account on my phone. “Ryan! You have over 9,000 followers on Instagram.”

“Is that good?”

I stared at him dumbfounded. “Considering you’ve only posted 4 photos, that’s exceptional.”

He yawned. “Well, you’re in charge of the account now. Do what you want.”

I posted the photo of him with the caption “Just got up.”

I set my phone aside. “Ready to eat?”

Ryan cleanedup the dishes while I played with my phone on the couch.

He sat down on the other end. “Want to watch a movie?”

“Okay.”

“What do you want to watch?”

I shook my head. I didn’t care. I liked that we were watching TV together. “You pick.”

“Do you like scary?”

“Whatever.”

I watched as he scrolled through the shows. “So, do you like your new room?”

My entire body froze. “What do you mean?”

“The room you decorated. It’s your room now.”

I swallowed. “For real?”

He glanced at me. “No. I’m going to make you sleep on the couch.”

“It’s for your guests. I don’t want to wreck it.”

He looked bemused. “It’s a bedroom, Zoey. And it was always for you.”

What did he mean, it was always for me?

“It was?”

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