Somehow being in Dylan’s arms, I felt safe. I couldn’t describe what it was like other than that. Everything between us was so up or down that it was hard focusing on these little moments. These were the moments that made me fall for him when I knew that I shouldn’t be falling at all.
He cupped the side of my cheek, drawing me in with his electric touch. “What is on your mind? Riley, you can talk to me. I know that I was a jerk and pushed you away, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”
I knew that he cared. That wasn’t so much the problem. What if he cared, but it wasn’t enough? Dylan still had not denied having s*x with Teresa. Yes, he said that it didn’t happen in his class, but that was it. It easily could have happened somewhere else, like it did with u
