Riley
What in the hell was I thinking? One minute we were arguing, and the next, we had slept together. If this relationship wasn’t confusing enough, it sure as hell is now. I love Dylan, but I’m not sure that he wants the same things that I do. I mean, come on. If this argument can be sparked by us just talking about his parents, what other arguments do I have to worry about?
“Riley,” Dylan said, getting my attention. “I need to get back home to make sure that I’m at this hearing in the morning. Please come back with me. I know that things have been a little shaky, but I will make it all up to you. I promise. You are exactly who I want to be with. I’m sorry for overacting the way that I did.”
When Dylan spoke through his soul like this, it made me feel like I was capable of agreeing
