By the time I reached the halfway point between the living room and my bedroom, I heard soft footsteps behind me. The scent of something warm and sweet reached my nose, and before I could turn around, a voice spoke.
"You looked like you could use this."
I turned and found Riley standing there, holding a cup of hot chocolate in her hands. My favorite.
A lump formed in my throat.
I should've expected this. Riley had always been able to read me like an open book.
"Are you spying on me now?" I asked, forcing a smirk as I took the cup from her. It was still warm, the heat pressing against my fingers, grounding me more than I wanted to admit.
"Not spying," Riley said, tilting her head. "Just checking in. You're wandering around like a lost puppy, sweetheart."
I rolled my eyes but didn't argue.
Instead of pushing me to keep walking toward my room, Riley nodded her head toward the opposite direction. "Come on. Let's talk in my office."
I hesitated.
