1That evening, they went to Giardino Ristorante. Riley was working but he waited on another table not to far away. He threw meaningful glances her way at every chance he got. The night went by smoothly. They laughed and talked about what they would do over the next week, while they ate. Then, that time for the bill came and her father quickly paid so they could get a good night's sleep. The ride home was extremely different from any ride she had with her father in a very long time. The two of them laughed just like father and daughter, instead of like lawyer and client. They pulled into the drive way, and parked the car. They got out, and continued their laughter and conversation while they walked to the front door.
"Yes, yes, your mother is ver 'self aware'," he said chuckling. Willa smiled back at her father. They finished their conversation as they walked into the main room of their home. Mr. Rosenly looked down at his daughter and pulled her close into a hug.
"I love you, be safe," he whispered and walked away leaving Willa with a sense of pride she hadn't really experienced before. She then ran up the marble stair way, down the hall lined with statues and paintings, she burst through her door, and giggled as she closed it quietly behind her. She quickly stripped off her clothes and put on another of Julius' shirts. Then she padded over to her bed and fell onto it. She began to giggle again, and rolled around several times until she rolled right into something cold and stone like. Willa twisted her body to face whatever she had rolled into. She tried to scream but a solid, cold hand muffled it to the volume of a whisper. She was now face to face with Riley. Tears began springing from big blue eyes.
"If I take my hand away, are you going to scream?" her eyes panicked. She didn't know what to do, she looked into his eyes and saw that they were sincere. She shook her head 'yes' and tried to stop crying. He removed his hand very slowly and helped her to sit up, unrestrained.
"Why are you in my room?" she asked quietly, panic lacing her voice.
"I need you to listen to me, it's very important, please," he begged, his eyes revealing nothing but truth and pain. For a moment she lost herself in those tormented emerald eyes, the whole world just falling away.
"Okay," she replied, "I'll listen." He sighed a sigh of relief, and jumped straight into his story.
"So, you see, you are in trouble, terrible, danger," he finished.
She looked at him, trying to form her sentences, and that's when he kissed her. At first, she wasn't sure what she should do. Then, she did what she felt was necessary, she gave in to her instincts and kissed him back. He placed one leg on each side of her waist, straddling her, and pinned her arms down to the bed. She leaned her head back on the pillow. Then, as if it were all a dream, his lips, his scent, replaced by thin air. For a moment, she felt tears sting her eyes in embarrassment, until she heard the grunts and thumps coming from the floor next to her bed. She looked over to see Julius on to of Riley, then Riley on top of Julius. She froze, torn between her loving boyfriend of five years, and the mysterious stranger who just appeared in her bed. Then, before she could let her tears fall, Riley ran from the room, jumping out of the window. Then, Julius ran just as quickly to her side and caught the first tear that escaped from her eye. She stared at him in astonishment, not quite understanding what had just happened, she let him pull her into his cool embrace. They curled up under her blankets, and she softly cried herself to sleep with his arms snugly around her.
