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Lisa's P.O.V. Chris' name flashing across my screen was a splash of cold water called reality. It pulled me right out of this moment with Davis, reminding me I couldn't have him, even if we wanted each other. Which I very much doubt he does. I stepped to the side, releasing myself from our tension filled moment. He didn't say a word as he let me go, allowing me some privacy to answer the phone. "Hello?" I answered, stepping out of the kitchen and walking further away from Davis. "Hello, beautiful. I'm at your door, but you're not answering," he said, making my blood run cold. I can't exactly say I'm at some other guy's house. "I brought breakfast," he added. "That's so sweet of you, but I'm actually not home," I confessed. I don't know why I felt so scared of what Chris' reaction w