Chapter 65 That Depends...

CHLOE'S POV

"So, Cleo," Ryder murmured, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an unhurried, delicious intensity. "No textbooks, no tutoring timers, and no team yelling downstairs. Tell me something I don't know about you."

I laughed softly, taking a bite of the warm, garlic-butter bread and setti...

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