Friends to Lovers

n couch in the student lounge, engaged in a heated debate. "I'm telling you, Ryan, pineapple belongs on pizza," Emily said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Ryan raised an eyebrow. "You're kil

friendship had become a staple of college life. Emily glanced at her watch. "Oh no, I'm going to be late for psych class. Want to walk with me?" Ryan stood up, stretching his tall frame. "Sure thing. I'll walk you to class, and then I've got a meeting with my project group." As they