Riley's POV
After dinner, I said goodbye to Theo, while going back to my room. His scent is still etched on my skin, with everything. I notice it clinging to my clothes in a subtle but evident way. I carry him etched in my senses, so that even though I move, I still feel him close, as if he's standing right behind me.
Sighing, I drop onto the bed. My thoughts and feelings are an incessantly whirling tornado. I am not, nor was I ever one to feel attraction for anyone. And not antipathy, but because I simply didn't have time for it.
My mother got sick early and I was left to take care of things at a very young age. My classmates in high school might have been able to think about boys and other things, but my thoughts back then were lost between grocery shopping lists, my mother's chemothe
