SOL - Changes Part 6

You let her in and close the door, then bend to turn on the lamp by your bed so you aren’t in the dark.

Riley clasps her hands behind her back and looks at you with an expression that you can’t read.

“I owe you an apology,” she says.

You are regretting your impulsive decision to see what Sun’s life is like. You have a decision to make: stand here and pull on your tee to keep yourself covered or put on some underwear. Underwear is smarter.

“For what?” you ask, going to your bag. Riley doesn’t reply because she’s probably looking at the view as you bend to get out a pair of boy shorts. You pull them on and turn back to face her.

“For what I did,” she says, blushing a little. “The other night. You know what I’m talking about.”

When she came here and angrily rode you, then stormed out?

“You were upset.”

“I put you in an uncomfortable position,” she says. It sounds like she’s given this some thought.

“I’ll never complain about being with you,” you tell her, and that seems to puncture whatever bubble she put on to come in here. She gives you a little pouting look.

“Shush. I came here to be in charge,” she scolds. “And to apologize. Don’t mess me up.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine. So I’m apologizing. It’s not fair to do that somebody. So I’m making it up to you,” she says, putting on a smile and wiggling her hips. “Do you like it? I don’t usually wear this stuff,” she confesses, doing a little twirl. No wonder Meghan almost died; this outfit is even more striking from behind. There’s no lace back there to cover anything. You’re getting hard. You hope your boyshorts are up to the job. You fold your arms uncomfortably.

“You’re making it up to me by doing the same thing again,” you say slowly.

“Nope.” She walks up to you and plants her hands on her hips, smirking. “Not the same. This time I have permission.”

You take that in.

“Permission,” you echo. So that was what that conversation earlier in the week was about. Lara joined you in the shower to admit that she hadn’t been fair. You have to wonder: has Lara grown as a person, or is she just not confident that she can compete with you? Because she hadn’t realized that you’d stopped competing. It’s almost funny.

“She left again,” Riley says with a sigh.

“So I’m your backup…” you trail off, looking for the right word in English. “Fuck toy.”

But that just makes Riley smile wider. Her eyes twinkle and she moves closer to you. You’re toe to toe, almost touching. She is not shy about eye contact.

“No, Adella. Even if she was here, I would still be right here,” Riley says.

It looks like everyone is being more honest now.