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 ...