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A look of panic swept across my face. "Fuck!" I whispered and the two of us dashed out of bed and started to dress as fast as we could.
"Sam?" We heard a male's voice on the other side of the door. Who the hell is that? My hands were fumbling as quickly as my hands would allow, but my zipper was stuck. Sam stopped a moment to zip me up and placed a kiss on my shoulder.
"Ryan," he said, as if reading my mind.
"Coming!" Sam called and looked at me, adding, "That's what she said."
I rolled my eyes, but couldn't suppress the grin. "That's what I said," I replied smugly.
Sam waggled his eyebrows at me and unlocked the door, letting my sister and Sam's best man, Ryan, in.
"Sam!" My sister yelped and leapt at him. Her husband was taken aback by the abrupt gesture and held her. "Hayley," he whispered, surprised at her sudden movement, and helped her stand up straight.
Ryan looked over at where I was awkwardly standing against the dresser. My hands and feet were fidgeting. I gave him a faint smile and immediately felt paranoid—did everyone know? Could Ryan tell what had just happened in here moments ago? I felt like he could. I felt like Hayley could. I felt like the whole world knew what a homewrecking slut I was. I had to get out of here.
"What were you doing up here?" Hayley asked. Sam had lied her down on the bed and helped her out of her shoes.
"Stomach. Hannah came up to check on me," he offered and she smiled at me.
"Thanks, Han. You're such a good sister—to me and now to Sam!" She beamed and touched Sam's face at the words. I felt like vomiting, but I mustered back a weak smile.
"My work here is done," I said before exiting. Ryan jumped at the opportunity to get out of this increasingly awkward situation.
"Mine, too" he said, quickly walking behind me and letting the door slam behind us. I heard my sister start to giggle and Sam's boyish laughter filled the space we were leaving. In that very moment, I wanted to die. I wanted to literally expire at the thought of those two being together, but who was I kidding?
Ryan Bell and I walked in an awkward silence back to the elevator. He stood 6'5", 220 pounds of pure toned muscle, with dark hazel eyes that blended perfectly with his tanned skin. His shaggy blond hair was worn in a faux-hawk, which I had always detested, but Ryan Bell and his David Beckham-like appearance could pull it off. On all accounts, Ryan was sexy, too. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't taken my turn crushing on the unattainable Ryan Bell-- Ryan had been a basketball star in high school, class president, and valedictorian of Hayley's class. Two years my senior, he drove the fastest car, had the savviest ambitions of being a lawyer and was the nicest guy you would ever meet. He had to be gay.
"I still can't believe Sam finally did it," Ryan said, holding the elevator doors open for me. My heart froze. "I just mean, I can't believe Sam actually got married. I never thought I would see the day!" Ryan flashed an adorable grin at me and I smiled back.
