Riley's pov.

A soft sigh escaped my lips as the warm water from the shower cascaded down my body. Heat burned across my eyes, and I clenched my fists as they streamed down my face.

I thought I had him — not from what happened at the bar or the fact that he couldn't get over that night, but from the way he looked at me, the way he kissed me, the way he held me, the way he patted me.

Like he could understand.

Like he knew how I felt, but with how he pinned me by the neck, ...