Riley's P.O.V
I woke up the next morning and all of a sudden I felt self-conscious again, the complete opposite from what I was last night when I came over here. Denny was still sound asleep his arm wrapped tightly around me so even though a part of me wanted to move and head back to my own room I couldn't because I would wake him anyway. I just lay there, still and staring at the ceiling, sighing.
"Riley don't even think about it." I heard him chuckle
"Think about what?" I asked even though I knew exactly what he was meaning
"Running." he laughed "And don't be embarrassed either." he added
Denny shifted, removing his arm from me and sat up next to me, making me look at him. Damn he looked good in the morning. He gave me a smile, running his hands through his messy hair
"I don't know
