Nick’s P.O.V
“I think you should be a tour of this gorgeous apartment,” Riley said as we got cleaned up after dinner.
She insisted on helping, not taking no for an answer. I finally gave into her.
“You want a tour?” I laughed.
“Yes, now come on.” She said grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the kitchen.
She turned to face, walking backwards, her hand still in mine.
“Which way?” She asked smiling.
“There isn’t much else to see. My office, the bedroom, a bathroom and a small gym.” I laughed.
“Where is your bedroom?” she said innocently, yet her lower lip was between her teeth.
Her words are saying one thing, her body saying another. She had been driving me crazy from the moment she got here.
“Down the hall, second door on the left,” I said nodding in the direction of i
