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 ...