“What reminded you?” I ask playfully, swiftly steering the conversation to something a little less tense. Ryder stares at me, and I can tell he’s chewing on the inside of his cheek as a rosy blush creeps across his cheeks, highlighting them with a soft red glow that has his beautiful ocean blue eyes popping with color.
I cannot get over the fact that Ryder Kane is this beautiful. Not handsome. Not attractive. Not good looking. Beautiful. The Greek Gods would be jealous, God himself is probably staring down at him every single day, smiling at his most beautiful creation.
He is the main attraction in every room he walks into. The sun cannot outshine this man sitting next to me. What had made me so oblivious to his looks back then? I mean, sure, he did change, but not much. He wears his hai
