ARIA
The first person I see as I walk into my History class, as expected, is Ryder.
My heart threatens to beat right out of my chest. Memories of the last time I saw him flood my mind uncontrollably and make my cheeks flush.
The way he's looking at me doesn't help, either.
Blushing, I make my way to my seat. I have this sudden urge to turn to him and touch him somehow. Maybe even kiss him. But I know behaving this way would be very reckless of me.
It wouldn't make any sense.
His eyes remain on me for the entire lesson. I can feel it. I'm not paying attention to a word Professor Denver is saying—and when Ryder touches my hair, twirling the locks around his fingers, that's when I lose all concentration completely.
I lean into him as far as I can without being suspicious. Honestl
