Ryder's POV
A tiny, reluctant smile touched her lips probably from the look on my face when she told me I was describing myself.
"Maybe not you…apparently" she whispered, her gaze dropping to my mouth, then quickly away. "But maybe he'll be a hopeless romantic. Like you. Sort of a Ryder… for my Jade."
The way she said it – it was the way she said it that got to me.
It was soft, tentative like she was testing a dream – it sent a jolt through me.
The air between us thickened, charged with something new and terrifyingly sweet.
The city below us faded. All I heard was her breathing and it was quickening. Her heart was racing or maybe it was mine. I was standing to close to different the two.
All I saw was the nervous flutter of that pulse in her throat as she swallowed.
God! She was testing out a theory, one she had had for quite some time it seems. Something I plan on discouraging her from.
I didn't hesitate. I ignored everything I was feeling.
