Ryder
Mrs. Fisher was still yapping about morals and life's so-called golden rules s**t — don’t smoke, don’t have s*x when you are not supposed to, respect your elders — like some half-baked prophet no one asked for.
I zoned out, dragging my fingers across the desk in boredom, half-hoping she had just vanished into thin air.
That was when I caught Hadey staring at me — again.
His eyes clung to my frame like vines, tracing every dip and curve as if he wanted to devour me with his gaze. I shifted uncomfortably, realizing how exposed my posture was.
My ass was slightly raised, back curved as I leaned forward. Anyone watching would think I was presenting myself — and not for a woman.
Damn it.
Our of every person, Hadey shouldn't be looking at me. He is a f*****g gay. Gay!
I sat uprig
