Текст книги "Look After Us"

Автор книги: Elena Matthews

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“What kind of things?” I ask with a flirtatious tone to my voice.

His pupils dilate at my question, his emerald eyes turning a lustful shade darker. “Well, I imagined myself running my fingers over these like this,” he begins, his hands smoothing over my ankles, his thumbs caressing the skin just above my feet. “Then massaging my way up your calves…” His hands continue their journey up my legs, his fingers kneading the muscles, causing my breath to falter at the slightest touch. “Then … after a little while of concentrating on your calves, I’d continue upwards, past your knees until I reached your thighs, just under the hem of your robe.” I bite down on my bottom lip while my insides violently throb. I can feel a bead of sweat beginning to roll down the center of my chest towards my cleavage, and it isn’t because of the sun beaming down on me. “Then, I’d move a little higher, running my fingers along the tops of your thighs like this …” His hands smooth along my thighs, gradually moving upwards until his fingers begin to trace the edge of my denim shorts, while his thumbs stroke my inner thighs in a circular motion. He keeps his hands in place as he continues and my legs involuntarily open on their own accord. “Until my fingers were inches away from your pussy which I would have had full view of since your robe would have opened and gathered at the side of your legs.” He pauses for a brief moment, staring up at me with hooded eyes before proceeding.

“I remember thinking how much I craved to taste you, and how, if I had the courage, I would have pressed my finger against your pussy, to find it soaked and ready for me before sliding along the slickness, leaving you breathless.” I look down at my thighs and notice they are trembling under his slow, precise touch. My eyes flicker back to his, my heart rate picking up speed at the intensity from his lustful eyes.

“Then I would have crawled onto my knees until my face was inches away from your pussy, so close I could smell the enticing aroma. Slowly, I would have pressed a single kiss against your flesh, feeling the way the moisture tingled against my lips before sliding my tongue against your clit.”

A low groan escapes my mouth along with a lungful of air that whooshes from me. He pulls his upper body out of the water and I feel his fingers fiddling with my phone in my pocket, but I hardly register the movement when his lips touch mine with the barest of kisses.

“And the image of my face being buried in that pretty pussy of yours had me fighting off my erection for an hour straight. And I had no idea that I would in fact get to taste you, to feel you … to make love to you that very same night.” He misses out the bit about my running off into the bathroom and breaking down because I cheated on the person whom I thought I was destined to spend the rest of my life with—before I met Ashton, that is.

However, he does add, “I knew it was wrong to take something that wasn’t mine … but as selfish as it seemed, I just knew I had to have you. I was spellbound by you, and the way you so desperately clung to me, to stop me from making a fucking stupid decision—one in which I made nevertheless, one I’d make a million times over if it meant protecting you, I knew in that moment, that I wouldn’t be able to live without you.”

My heart thrashes against my chest at the impact of his words, and when he presses his lips to mine I lose all coherent thoughts, lost in the midst of the kiss. The next thing I know, I’m underwater and gasping for my next breath as the cold water hits my senses.

“Ashton!” I yell as my head emerges from the water, my chest burning with the shock of being pulled into the freezing cold pool. Chuckling, he wordlessly brings my now soaked body into his arms and presses me up against the wall. My legs automatically wrap around his waist and I can’t keep the gasp from escaping my lips when I feel his erection pressed up against my denim-clad pussy. My eyes grow in size when I feel his fingers fumbling with the top button of my shorts.

“What are you doing?”

His eyes crinkle with amusement, his lips tilting up with a sexy smile. “I’m showing you what I would do once I finished eating your pussy.” He thrusts his hips against me, causing another gasp to breathe through my lips.

“We can’t. Not here.”

His eyes glimmer with mischief as his fingers successfully release the top button of my shorts, and then quickly makes work of my zipper. “There’s no such word as can’t.”

“No, seriously, we can’t. What if Junior comes back outside?”

He halts in his movements and a look of frustration flits across his eyes before he growls, “Fine.”

He swims us over to the shallow end and when we approach the steps that lead into the pool, he lifts me over his shoulder, causing me to shriek with laughter as he makes his way up the steps, slapping my wet ass at the same time.

“Where are we going?” I ask as he begins to walk into the opposite direction of the house.

“The pool house.”

“The pool house?” I question, confused. I didn’t even realize there was a pool house.

“Yeah. It’s where Tyler is sleeping tonight, and somewhere else other than the house or the pool where I can fuck you senseless right now. I can’t exactly walk into the house with the raging hard on I’m sporting right now,” he murmurs as I giggle out loud, earning me another slap across the ass. He carries me inside the pool house, and heads straight towards the bathroom where he turns the shower on, strips me from my sodden clothes and takes me up against the wall of the shower cubicle until I’m screaming out with pleasure.

ONCE THE GUYS HEAD on out for Tyler’s bachelor party, myself, Alana, Jo, Mia, Mia’s mom and Riley find ourselves sat out on the veranda taking in the warmth of the evening heat, dressed in our cute pajamas with our takeout pizzas along with several bottles of wine—water for Mia since she’s still recovering from last night—while the sun begins to set along the horizon. It’s a breathtaking view.

“So tell me,” Jo begins with an excited glint in her eyes, intrigued, “how did Ashton propose? He never did tell me.” I smile fondly as I look at Jo. With the wedding a day away¸ it’s only natural that we’ve been discussing all things romantic for the past hour. The current topic is proposals.

I think back to the day when Ashton proposed to me and I find myself being transported to that day as I re-live my memory to everyone …

Looking away from the manuscript for the first time in what felt like hours, I looked down at the alerted text message on my phone. I smiled when I saw it was from Ashton.

Ashton – Hi baby. Sorry, it looks like another all-nighter here at the hospital. I miss you and Lily. Do you want to come here and have an early dinner together?

I immediately texted back.

Ava – Yeah that sounds good. Let me finish off this last chapter of the manuscript I’ve been working on and I’m all yours. I’ll grab some food from that Italian place you like.

Ashton – I love you!

I burst out laughing. He really did hate the hospital food. A couple of nights a week Lily and me joined him for dinner on the days he had to do long hours at the hospital. We only got maybe half an hour—forty-five minutes with him at the most before he was usually called away for an emergency, but it was half an hour I willingly took.

Once I finished up with the manuscript, I finally got Lily and me ready to go out. Within forty-five minutes I was making my way through the hospital with Lily in my arms and a takeout bag from the little Italian bistro that Ashton loves.

I texted him once I was parked to let him know we’d arrived, but when we finally approached the nurses station where he said he’d meet us, he was nowhere to be seen. I smiled at the nurse at the desk.

“Hey, have you seen Dr. Bailey?”

She barely looked up from her chart, but when she noticed it was me, her eyes widened with familiarity while her mouth lifted up into a smile.

“Oh hey, Ava!”

I looked at Lily in my arms with amusement when she began to chant ‘Dr. Bailey’, which caused both me and the nurse to laugh.

“Wow, Lily sure has grown since the last time I saw her. You’re just gorgeous aren’t you?” she addressed Lily before blowing her a raspberry, which had Lily in a fit of giggles. She turned her attention back to me. “I think he was called for a consult but he shouldn’t be long. He said you could wait in his office.”

“Thank you.”

I turned and headed in the direction of his office. When I opened the door, I came to a halt as I took in the breathtaking sight in front of me.

On the floor sat a blanket with scattered candles flickering in the semi-darkness of his office, but on further inspection I noticed that they were just battery operated candles. Through the flickering of the LED flame, something in the center of the blanket caught my eye and when I turned my focus on it, my eyes filled with overwhelmed tears.

“Okay, so I know battery operated candles aren’t traditionally romantic but work with me here,” he said with a nervous chuckle, and I was surprised to hear the hesitation in his laughter. He wasn’t the type of guy who got nervous, and to hear the vulnerability within his voice zoned straight for my heart.

I set the takeout bag of food on the floor. My eyes never once strayed from Ashton’s piercing gaze as I watched him step in front of me. He swiped a piece of hair away from Lily’s face and pressed a delicate kiss on the top of her head before he returned his gaze to me.

“The moment I set eyes on you within the walls of this hospital, I knew you were the one. I fell when I thought I was incapable of falling and even though we began our relationship by breaking the heart of someone else—something I’m not terribly proud of, but ultimately do not regret—just know that I would never break your heart, or yours,” he said to Lily, his eyes glistening and bursting with love before they returned to mine. “You and Lily are my life, and I can’t imagine it without you both. Baby, you’re my world, and everything else ceases to exist when I’m in your presence, and my future feels empty when I imagine you not in it. As I’ve said before, a world without you is a world not worth living in and I simply don’t want to live in a world where I can’t grow old and gray with you. That’s not an option. It never has been. The only option is to spend the rest of my life with you, as your husband.”

I had to blink at least three times before my blurry vision was clear again from the tears that seemed helpless against his incredible words. I clutched Lily tighter in my arms, and pressed a kiss against her tiny fingers that clawed at my lips as I watched Ashton step back onto the blanket. He picked up the box that held a simple yet elegant white gold diamond ring. A nervous sob-filled giggle escaped me when he got down on one knee.

“Ava, baby, will you marry me?”

My smile almost burst from my lips. It wasn’t even a question that needed a moment’s thought. I’ve always known the answer since the minute he declared his love to me in that hotel room in Miami all those months ago. I may have been there before, stood in front of a beautiful man on bended knee, but it wasn’t like this. Even though it was romantic as hell and I cried—a lot—it was wrong to say yes the first time around because it wasn’t enchanting; it didn’t take my breath away, my heart didn’t gallop in my chest, my skin didn’t erupt in tiny little goose bumps at the impact of his words … but now they were and I’d never known anything so right, not until that very moment.

I looked at Lily with amusement and asked her, “What do you think, baby girl? Should I say yes?”

She saw my smile and hers beamed even brighter as she nodded her head. I turned to Ashton and the smile I saw on his face, one that said he was in love with me, it made me fall even deeper in love with him than I ever thought possible.

“Yes, I’ll marry you!”

His nervous smile was gone and was replaced with a huge-ass grin—so huge you’d think he’d just won the lottery—and he was on his feet in an instant. I shifted Lily to my right side as Ashton took hold of my left hand before sliding the ring on my finger.

“I love you!” he exclaimed before slamming his lips onto mine. It was short-lived when Lily’s hands began to claw at our faces and we pulled away. He looked down at Lily and with a chuckle he said, “No need to get jealous. I love you, too.” He brushed his lips along her forehead.

“Now that you’re my fiancée, can we eat? I’m starving.”

“Trust my son to think about his stomach seconds after proposing!” pipes up Alana as she cracks up with laughter once I’ve finished telling them my proposal story.

Mia gives out a dreamy sigh. “That’s so romantic … and to include Lily too … damn I think my ovaries just exploded.”

A round of laughter roars around the table, and as I take a sip of my wine, my eyes fall on Riley and I notice just how forced her laugh seems, especially as her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. I keep thinking it’s my paranoia, but I get the distinct feeling that her feelings for Ashton—even after all these years—are still unresolved. It’s pretty sad to be hung up on someone who clearly doesn’t reciprocate those feelings. I would feel sorry for her if it weren’t for the ulterior motives of trying to get my man’s attention with her skimpy little outfits and the way she’s pawed over him all day.

Hell, I’m glad we’re only here for another two days because I sure as hell don’t want Ashton anywhere near her. I have no idea how far her efforts will go in a bid to gain Ashton’s attention, and that scares me.

I turn my focus from her to Mia, trying desperately to eliminate the nausea I feel in my stomach at the sheer jealousy of Riley ever succeeding with her efforts. She wouldn’t because Ashton loves me, but … the thought is still there, irrationally so. It’s like the seed of doubt has been planted and my mind just continues to run away with itself.

“So, how did Tyler propose?” I ask, intrigued.

She takes a sip of her water before placing it back on the table. Leaning back in her chair, with her bare leg hanging over the arm, she smiles. “Not as romantic as Ashton proposing in the place you first met, but it definitely has its merits.”

She begins to tell us how Tyler took her to her favorite restaurant for her birthday. “After dinner, the dessert was brought to our table. It was a chocolate fudge cake—my favorite. Once I began digging in, I noticed just how nervous he suddenly seemed.” She turns her attention to Alana for a moment. “He was doing his eyebrow twitchy thing, you know the … ” She demonstrates by raising her eyebrow up in a rapid motion causing us to laugh out loud at how ridiculous she looks while doing it.

“Oh Lord, my boy sure does twitch when he’s nervous,” Alana says once she’s stopped laughing.

“Seriously, I thought he was having some kind of epileptic fit, but when I asked him what was wrong he just shrugged and said he had something in his eye. I didn’t argue, I just continued to eat my cake. After another minute or so of even more twitching, I lost it and dropped my fork on the table to ask him what the hell was wrong with him, and … well that was the moment I saw the diamond ring embedded in the middle of the cake.

“Before I could take in what was happening, he was suddenly down on his knee in front of me, taking the ring out of my cake, wiping it down with his shirt before proposing to me in the middle of the restaurant. It was so sweet the way he did it but,” she looks down at her ring with a smile forming at her lips, “it took forever to get the melted fudge from out of my ring. I think it’s only just found its original sparkle.”

After the discussion of romantic proposals, I excuse myself to use the toilet; after three glasses of wine and a bottle of water, my bladder is about ready to burst. Once I’ve done my business, I make my way towards the kitchen when I suddenly stop in my steps when I hear Alana in a heated discussion with someone.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re playing at, but you need to leave him alone. Ava might not have noticed your indiscrete flirting with Ashton, or Ashton for that matter, but I certainly have. Ava’s been through enough shit in her lifetime without having some little hussy trying to get in the way of her much deserved happily ever after. They’re happy and in love, and whatever you’re thinking may happen between you and Ashton is never going to happen. Never. He didn’t love you when you were kids, he will never love you now. You need to leave them alone.”

My heart is racing as I take in Alana’s sharp words that, I assume, are being directed to Riley. Nervous laughter follows and I find myself leaning towards the entrance of the kitchen to try and hear better.

“Alana,” I hear Riley begin with a slight stutter. “Seriously, I don’t know want you think you saw today, but I swear to you it was innocent. I didn’t mean anything by it. He’s just an old friend.”

“Well the flirting needs to stop. It’s disrespectful to Ava and quite frankly flirting with a man who’s engaged to be married is downright distasteful, no matter how innocent it is. You don’t want to cross me or my family because I guarantee it will end badly for you, so back the hell off, okay?”

“Is that a threat, Alana?” I hear the condescending tone in Riley’s voice and my mind is left reeling, shocked. Is it a threat? Holy shit, is this conversation really happening right now? I was sure this was all in my head, but Alana just confirmed that my insecurities were most definitely warranted.

Silence only follows from Alana, and after a moment passes a set of footsteps descend from the kitchen. I flinch when I hear the sound of a glass slamming along the countertop and Riley muttering, “Fucking bitch.”

After a few minutes, once I know the coast is clear, I finally make my way through the kitchen out onto the veranda, pretending that I didn’t overhear their heated conversation.

“Hey, honey … you were gone a while, is everything okay?” Alana asks, concerned. Ignoring the heated stare I can feel coming from Riley, I smile timidly at Alana as I take a seat and grab hold of my glass of wine, forcing myself not to down it in one as I try to make sense of the conversation I just heard.

“Yeah, I’m fine … just got a little sidetracked.”

This weekend has become a little more interesting that’s for sure; I just wish I wasn’t the center of the rift between the maid of honor and mother of the groom.

I take a long gulp of my wine, just as Jo says, “You know what we should play? Twister! It’s always more fun with a little wine in your system.”

“Oh yes!” Mia says matching Jo’s excitement. “I’m being in charge of the spin board!”

And with that, the tension at the table is diffused and we spend the next hour with our limbs spread out in the most unnatural positions.

I can hear noises. They sound like female moans coming from upstairs. I force myself up the stairs, the sounds only becoming louder and more frequent with every step I take. It sounds like someone is having sex … and it seems to be coming from my bedroom.

My heart races recklessly as I finally make it to the top step. My ears are pounding and my glands are dripping with sweat as I prepare for the scene that I pray I don’t see the moment I open the bedroom door.

Please, God … don’t let it be what I think it is. Taking a deep, calming breath, I slowly approach the bedroom door, my eyes filling up with unshed tears from the animalistic moans coming from the other side of the door, within the walls of my tranquil nirvana. The door handle rattles under my touch and after counting down to three—three times—I finally turn the handle and open the door.

The scene in front of me leaves me in a gasping state of shock.

My broken heart lays in a bloody mess beside my feet as I just stare ahead, frozen to the spot, taking in the love of my life having sex with another woman … but not just any woman … it’s Riley, his high school sweetheart.

Ashton doesn’t see me as he continues to pump in and out of her, but Riley does, and the evil smirk I see on her face tells me she’s enjoying witnessing my heartbreak as it kills me from the inside out.

My eyes shoot open, a gasp falls from my lips, and my heart is slamming inside my chest as the sinking sensation of heartbreak brings me out in chills. I sit up, running my fingers through my hair as I take in the darkness of my surroundings, trying to calm my speeding heart rate. I blink a few times through my blurred tears and I sigh a breath of relief when I realize it was just a dream. I’m still in Dallas, not at home ... it wasn’t real but fuck if it didn’t feel real.

Desperately wanting to feel Ashton’s comforting arms around me, I turn my body towards him, but frown when I see he isn’t sleeping beside me. I grab my cell phone from the side and my frown furrows deeper when I see that it’s 3:00 am.

Surely the guys must be back from the bachelor party by now?

Feeling parched, I decide to head on downstairs for a glass of water and go in search of my missing fiancé. He’s probably just passed out on the sofa or in the pool house with Tyler, but I’m struggling to shake the dream from my conscience. I need to see his beautiful face. I think it’s the only thing that will help calm me down.

I quietly make my way down the stairs, hoping not to wake anyone up. I’m in a world of my own as I turn the corner to the kitchen, but when I finally look up, my whole body freezes on the spot. My world spins on its axis as I see Ashton and Riley in a kissing embrace and the crippling heartbreak that I felt only moments ago comes back with a vengeance, but instead of it being a dream, it’s very much real. I choke on a silent sob and my bare feet stumble backwards until I’m running into the direction I just came from.

Once I reach my room, the dam finally breaks and the tears fall freely from my eyes as my heart cracks straight down the center, leaving me struggling to catch my breath.

How can this be happening to me?How could he do this to me? I finally found it, my happily ever after, and now it’s being snatched away from me by the woman I’m convinced is my karma in disguise.

Karma for what I did to Sebastian.

Karma for finally being happy.

Karma for simply existing.

Fuck. Is this what Sebastian felt when he witnessed Ashton and me kiss? The one kiss that almost ended it all for him?

As well as the pain ricocheting within every nerve of my body, a newfound hatred adds salt to the wounds, hatred for the pain I caused to the sweetest and gentlest guy you could ever meet.

I feel it; I feel the months of pain he had to endure because of my selfish decisions and I’m re-living it, his pain, his torture, his heartbreak.

I’ve always hated myself for what I did to him, but now the hatred has hit a whole new level … one that leaves me brutally raw.

I hate myself …

I fucking hate myself.

Angrily wiping away my tears as sobs wreck through me, and without switching the light on, I clumsily begin to throw my clothes into my suitcase. I struggle to see through my blurred vision and the darkness of the room, and have no idea what I’m actually throwing inside. Right now, I’m too angry to care.

I don’t bother to change out of my shorts and tank top pajamas; I’m more focused on getting the hell out of here, away from Ashton … away from Riley.

Once my suitcase is zipped closed, I hurriedly slip my feet into my Converse before exiting the room with my suitcase in tow. I almost lose my footing on the stairs as I rush down them, trying to navigate my phone through tear-filled eyes, searching through my contacts for Caleb, but failing miserably.

I growl frustratingly as I wipe my tears away, but it’s no use. I still can’t see shit as the tears continue to flow.

“Ava?”

My head snaps up at the sound of Ashton’s voice as my foot finally meets the bottom step. My jaw cracks from clenching down on my teeth as I see him coming out of the kitchen. I ignore him and angrily make my way towards the front door, but I don’t even get halfway before he’s hauling me towards him.

“Ava, what’s wrong?”

I force his hands off me, pushing him away. “Don’t fucking touch me!” I seethe as more tears fall down my face. Even through my constant tears, I can still see him flinch at my words.

“Baby, I don’t know what’s happened. Tell me. What’s wrong?”

“Don’t call me that! You don’t get to call me that anymore! I’m not your fucking baby!” My screams screech from me, and are likely to wake the entire house up, but I’m too far gone to even care. I feel his hands reach out and touch me, and I shudder from the contact. “Just calm down and tell me what’s happened?”

I pull away from him. I can’t bear his touch. “You! You are what happened. I saw you kissing her. Riley!” I scream, my tears falling even faster.

His face turns a ghostly white, and he runs his hands along his face. “Fuck!”

I drop the suitcase from my grasp, letting it fall against the wooden floor. It echoes loudly around the foyer, the sounds bouncing off the walls.

“You said you would never break my heart, that you would protect me until your last dying breath, and here you are kissing the girl who has had me in a fit of jealousy since the moment I met her. How could you do this to me?” I slam my fist into my chest as the realization of my words come crashing down on me, the crack in my heart deepening.

He edges towards me, his face serious. “It isn’t what it looked like. Please calm down so I can explain to you what happened. I swear to you I didn’t kiss her … I didn’t … I wouldn’t do that to you. I love you.”

I let out a jittery breath and my tears eventually let up, allowing me to wipe them dry with the back of my hand. However, the sobs continue to stammer from my chest, making it hard for me to breathe.

“What the hell is going on?”

Light illuminates around us and we both turn to a disheveled Alana who makes her way down the stairs, clearly angry to be woken up by my loud screaming so early in the morning. Turning away, I wipe my wet cheeks, while a shaky breath escapes my lungs. Ashton runs his fingers through his hair, looking up to the ceiling, sighing heavily. When neither of us answers her, Alana says in an irritated voice, “Can someone please explain why I’m waking up to screaming at three in the goddamn morning?”

After a short moment I finally turn to face her, and her eyes narrow with concern when she takes in my pain-filled face. “Oh, honey. What’s wrong?”

I glance at Ashton. Just looking at his beautiful face reminds me of the heartache that continues to cripple me, and I feel the tears begin to well up again. Her eyes then pierce angrily on Ashton. “What the hell have you done?”

His eyes close with regret, and I watch as a mixture of pain and anger sweeps across his features. “Ava saw Riley kissing me.”

I flinch when Alana slaps Ashton across the back of his head, her face reddening with sheer anger. “You kissed Riley? Are you stupid, boy? What the hell were you thinking? Or were you?”

He palms the back of his head, hissing out in pain as he stares daggers at his mother. “I didn’t kiss her,” he grits out, his chest heaving. “She kissed me. I would never have kissed her, ever.” The last section was aimed at me and my bottom lip trembles, not sure if I can even believe him. I saw it with my own two eyes … it looked like he was kissing her back. But I also know how things can be easily taken out of context, so I at least owe him the chance to explain.

He lets out a sigh before focusing his attention on his mother. “Mom, can you give me and Ava a moment alone please?”

She looks between us, her forehead wrinkling with tension as she puts Ashton under her scrutiny. Several seconds pass before her stare lessens and her tension smoothes out. “I’ll be in the kitchen if you want me, sweetheart.” Her words are aimed at me and I nod. I try to smile but my quivering bottom lip prevents me from doing so. Once we’re finally alone in the foyer he reaches for my hand as he says, “Let’s go out onto the porch.” He begins to lead me towards the front door but I immediately snatch my hand away from his, and I don’t miss the way his eyes painfully clench shut at my rejection.

I’m the first to step outside, wanting a two-second head start so I can psych myself up for a conversation that has the possibility to break me. I sit down on the porch steps and look up at the millions of stars that sparkle down on me. It’s a little cooler than it was earlier, but not cool enough to be able to take a breath of fresh air. Instead the air is humid. Stifling almost.

I feel Ashton’s presence behind before I hear his footsteps, and right now I hate how in tune I am to his body, that I can feel him without physically hearing him. It proves just how deeply I’ve fallen for him.

As Ashton takes a seat next to me, I brush away the endless amount of tears that still continue to fall. I feel his gaze on me, but I focus all my attention to the night sky, wrapping my arms around my legs, resting my chin against my knees.

“Ava …” Without turning my head, I glance in his direction, taking in a long, deep breath. “It wasn’t what it looked like.”

“I know. You keep saying. Why don’t you tell me what I was supposed to have seen, because to me it was exactly what it looked like,” I hiss out, my body shaking with anger.

“Well I can’t tell you when you won’t even look at me.”

Reluctantly I pivot my body to look at him. How can your world turn upside down in a matter of minutes?

“We got back from the bachelor party a couple of hours ago, but me and Tyler made some food and stayed up talking. You know how rare it is that I see him, so I wanted to make the most of it. We lost track of time, and it wasn’t until Riley came down for a glass of water that we realized just how late it was. She hung out with us while she drank her water until Tyler decided to call it a night. I was heading to bed when she freaking cornered me. I tried to shake her but that woman wasn’t taking no for an answer. I went to move around her when suddenly she kissed me.”