In Riley’s Arms: Part 4
I walked down to the living room from upstairs, spotting Riley sitting on the couch, a baseball game play on the TV. Six months had passed since that night on the porch. Summer vacation had ended and school was starting up again, which for me meant college. Quite a bit had changed since spring break; seeing Riley was an immediate reminder of that. Though the boys had spent all summer at home, I could count the number of times I had seen them on one hand. To everyone’s disliking, I was still with Dean, in a relationship that became more and more based on sex as time went on. It also grew to be based on solitude as well. No other guy was allowed to look at me, let alone talk to me. This especially …