-Riley #2's POV-
Living with him has been quite entertaining. Though he's 18, he still has the mind of a little kid. He whines, but it's mostly cute. He only does it when he is bored or wants attention. He's pretty much just a little puppy. A potty trained, well-behaved adorable puppy. He's also kinda touchy. Not like emotional touchy, but physical touchy. He is definitely a teenager in his prime. Always hugging and groping and cuddling.
I swear, if I wasn't straighter than a stripper pole, I'd probably have already given in.
"Riley, are you sure you don't mind me touching you so much?"
I nod. "It's perfectly fine. I dealt with this when I was in Iraq. Horny teenage boys everywhere. I got used to it, so it really doesn't bother me. It also depends on how far you go. None of them went farther than just what you've done so far. I will hurt you though if you go far enough with this touching."
He nods against my shoulder. "I understand."
At the moment, I'm sitting on his lap, by his force, with his arms wrapped around my waist and his chin resting on my left shoulder. He is stronger and bigger than me so I gave up right away. I was tense at first, but somehow, it felt right to be sitting like this. It's really comfortable.
"How old are you, Riley?"
I reply, sounding somewhat like a robot. "23."
"How old were you when you joined the army?"
"18."
"Did you come back because of your leg?"
My attention is now fully on him. I turn a bit to look at him. "What's with all these questions?" He raises a brow at me. I sigh. "Yes. I couldn't stay there."
"Why didn't you go back?" He asks sincerely.
"I-" I feel like crying. I loved being able to help and working alongside my friends and fellow soldiers. I didn't want to stay here, but I had no choice. "I had weeks of physical therapy and just didn't feel up to going back," I lie.
He snorts. "Liar," he mumbles.
I laugh. "I know."
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"Riley."
"Hmm?"
"Turn around."
I do and am startled when I find him standing so close to me.
His hands lift up to roam my chest over my shirt. "I was on the internet for a really long time today while you were gone. I found something that I'd like to try. I don't know what took me to this place on the internet, but i t looked like it felt good, so I was wondering if you could help me with it."
I look up at him, wondering what he's talking about. I'm just about to ask what he was talking about, but he speaks before I get a single word out.
"I think it might go against your rules, but you can stop me at any time because, honestly, I don't know what too far is. Or, well, I don't remember what it is."
Ahh. Now I know what he means. Maybe it's something like kissing. I have never kissed or been kissed by a man. I've barely been kissed by a girl.
"Can I?"
I start to panic, but I guess I must've nodded my head because next thing I know, his lips are gently pressed to mine. He moves his against mine and I reluctantly follow along. I don't know what to do. I gave him permission, but for what?
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