Tristan
I haven't been at my place all week, having spent every night at Riley's and now I regret not coming home first to at least clean and maybe hide the big ass portrait I have hung of her in my living room. I am not so sure if she will find it romantic or disturbing that I had her face planted on nearly every wall in my house. It is a bit too late to turn around now, seeing as my key is in the lock and Riley is eagerly standing right behind me. "We could go back to my place if you want." Riley says when I hesitate a few minutes too long to open the door.
"No, I want you here, it is just that I am not sure if you will be comfortable here." I tell her honestly.
"Tristan, I only care about being with you. I don't care about how your place looks." She says but I have a feeling she wil
