Riley’s POV
“I don't know. Things are strange between us,” I tell Cleo between whispers. “He refuses to tell me anything about his past. Whenever the subject comes up, he shuts down. But then there's the sweetness in his gestures. When he kisses me or hugs me, I feel like he really cares about me.” A sigh leaves my lips.
I look at my friend, searching for answers in her dark eyes. “What state of relationship does that leave us in? I've never been with anyone like this, or any other way, actually. Does it mean we're dating? That we're more than that? That we're less than that?”
She looks at me and smiles comfortingly. Her hand holding mine underneath the blanket we share squeezes my fingers gently.