Riley’s POV

By the time I get out of the shower, Theo is nowhere in sight, but he has left a change of clothes for me in front of the bathroom door. I take it, aware that these are his clothes, and I can't help but sink my face into them, feeling the scent of his skin permeating the garments.

“Theo?” I emerge from the bathroom wearing one of his T-shirts and a pair of sweatpants that are too big for me and that I've had to roll around several times to keep them from ...