Riley’s P.O.V
I never got home until 3 am. I was tired, drained, hurt and a mess. I was glad to get home.I paid the cab, climbing out and heading towards my house. The closer I got it looked like there was someone on my front step, surly not? I must be that tired from crying I am seeing things. When I arrived at the door step I seen it was real…Denny. What is he doing here?
“Denny?” I said shaking him
He must be freezing siting there. He was sleeping, so I shook him again, this time he shifted. He opened his eyes, seeing me and as soon as he did he jumped to his feet
“Riley?” he said, reaching for me but I stepped back
“What are you even doing here? Come to tell me in person how you are back with her?” I hissed
“What? No,of course not. Let me explain.” He said
“Explain what?
