Riley's P.O.V
"Whose perfume is that?" she sounded angry.
She asked while in our hug. I flinched at her question. It was so noticeable that I wanted to punch myself in the face. I'm making it obvious that she was right. I bit my lip before breaking the hug. Crap. Why is it that everyone wears their perfume so extravagantly? Is it an animal instinct to leave your scent everywhere you go? I was no longer amused. Well, Mr. Simon did say that it was fine if we got caught after I did the deed.
"I was out, you know, the mission?" she looked at me warily. Her eyebrows were furrowed together, forming a crease on her forehead.
"Did that involve women?"
"Actually, yes, one."
She turned on her heel and sat in the living room. I followed suit but I didn't sit beside her. She crossed both of
