Emma's POV Ryan's hands traveled confidently along my back, creating the illusion of an intimate connection. My family watched, their worry lines softening as they saw us locked in what appeared to be a loving hug.Breaking away, he planted a lingering kiss on my forehead, his lips brushing against my skin with a calculated tenderness. I blushed, playing my part, as he leaned in and planted a tender kiss on my cheek. My family's eyes widened, and my grandmother managed a broad smile as if she had already approved of our love story, her eyes sparkled with joy, convinced that she was witnessing the blossoming of a genuine romance.Ryan's touch was light, but the gestures were deliberate—reassuring touches, lingering hugs, and stolen glances that painted a picture of affection."Oh, how sweet of you, Ryan," my mom chimed in, genuinely pleased. "Emma, you never told us how lucky you are to have such a handsome and wonderful man. Hey, you already have a ring on your ring finger... You go
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