Chapter 119

Riley: Pick a color.

Me: Why? What are you up to?

Riley: Just pick a color.

The first color that pops into my head is gray, so I send him that as gray eyes appear in my mind. I groan and slam my book shut, then grab my iPod. I turn the volume all the way up, letting the music take over my thoughts. But soon, dark eyes that dare me with danger and fire in a touch are all that’s taking up residence in my mind.

When Riley walks into my living room an hour later, I’m relieved for the distraction. I take my headphones out and throw my iPod to the couch, eyeing the cans of paint in his hands while he smiles brightly down at me.

“Good to see you’re still getting good use of it,” he tells me, motioning with his head toward my iPod.

“As long as you don’t have it destroyed,” I joke, making him laugh. “What’s with the paint?”