I’ve never given Ridge any indication that I’m into him that way—or any way for that matter. Sure, he’s gorgeous, in a dark and mysterious sort of way. With his black, unkempt hair that hangs over his eyes until he runs his fingers through it and pushes it back. The double hoops on each side of his nose that flare with his nostrils when he’s breathing heavily. And his depthless green eyes that show all the emotions he fails to verbally express.
