"George," I repeated, determined not to give into those gorgeous brown eyes.



"Ryan," He argued.



I shook my head. "It's George. G-E-O-R-G-E!"



"No, Cassady," He emphasized my full first name, "It's Ryan. R-Y-A-N!"



"That's not the same!" I complained. "Shortening your first name is a lot better than replacing it!" Honestly, I didn't care that he was now using his middle name as his first. I was just worried that I was losing my best friend to his band. I thought… Continue