Ragnar's POV
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my fingers lingering against my lower lip.
I still couldn't believe it. Boca and I had actually kissed. Who would have ever thought something like that would happen between us?
"What are you staring at?" a voice suddenly cut through the quiet room from behind me.
I flinched violently, whipping around to see Daniel leaning casually near the doorframe.
"Why are you acting like you've seen a ghost or something?" he added, an amused smirk tugging at his lips as he took in my startled expression.
I immediately scowled, dropping my hand from my mouth. "Why are you even in my room? Did you completely forget what the word privacy means?"
"Privacy?" He chuckled, waving a dismissive hand in the air. "There's no such thing between you and me."
He wasn't wrong. We had a long history of completely ignoring each other's personal space.
"Get out," I said flatly.
