♡ While in class, my attention falls on the back of the head that belongs to a boy who I cannot seem to take my eyes off of. Ryder Jones. Even his name is the most addictive sound that a human can hold. His scent smells like that of cinnamon. His eyes are the color of the deepest abyss from the most crystal clear sea. His voice. . .his voice is warm and soft like cookies that just popped out of grandmothers oven.
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