In Riley’s Arms: Part 3
“Don’t be mad, okay?” “Holly… no. Tell me you didn’t.” “He asked me out, what was I supposed to say?” “How about ‘no’ for starters?” “Riley, I’m seventeen. Don’t you think I’m old enough to go on a real date?” “A real date, yes. With him? No. Absolutely not, and your brother would more than agree with me.” We sat next to the fire in the same place on the beach. The boys once again enjoying some drinks, though legally this time (for the oldest of them, at least), as Riley and I sat a bit away from them enjoying our sobriety. They ran around, jumping in and out of the water and being unnecessarily, yet joyfully loud. Riley and I stayed by the fire, somewhat secluded from the rest, as was not unnatural during …