Alec.
Riley looks at me with pleading eyes, her hands clasped together as she waits for my response.
“You want to go to my place?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Please, it’s to cheer up Lucy. I’ve got a lot of beauty products from the store, and I really want a girls' night,” she replies.
“But I thought…” I say, stepping closer, unable to resist, “you didn’t like her.”
She looks down at the floor. “That wasn’t me, Al, and you know it.”
I already made up my mind as soon as she asked, and I can see that she really wants this. But deciding to tease her a little, I say, “No, I’m sorry, but I don’t let just anyone into my place.”
“But I’m not just anyone! Please, I promise I won’t touch anything,” she begs.
“Okay, now you sound like a child,” I respond.
She slaps my arm. “Ow! What the he
