Novel & Cerita Inside Out Fanfiction Riley Meets Her Emotions

And I wanted to forget. Her nails dug into my back as I pressed against her, letting instinct take over. The need to claim, to possess, to lose myself in another body. But no matter how deep I sank into the pleasure, her face wouldn’t leave my mind. Riley. Her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the way she looked at me when she thought no one else could see. The way she trembled under my touch. The way she moaned my name when she thought no one could hear.

"And definitely more time with you. Maybe we can actually take a vacation. Go somewhere we're not working or training or writing." "That sounds perfect." "Good. Because I've got about three weeks before training camp starts again, and I want to spend every minute of it with you." "Deal." They walked back toward the village, hands intertwined, future bright and uncertain and theirs. Riley thought about the woman she'd been a year ago. Scared, alone, running from everything. And she thought about the woman she was now. Brave, loved, running toward instead of away. All because she'd taken a chance on a college swimmer with golden eyes and a smile that made her wolf sing.

A soft knock on my door made me jump. "Z? It's me." Riley. I stood up and opened the door slowly. Riley stood there in her pajamas, mascara smudged under her eyes. "Can I come in?" she asked. I nodded and stepped aside. Riley walked to the window and stared out at the falling snow. For a long moment, she didn't say anything. "How long?" she finally asked. "Riley, nothing happened. I promise." "But you wanted it to." She turned to face me. "I saw the way you looked at him, Z. I'm not blind."

How could someone suddenly become interested in her overnight? Riley's head felt like it was about to explode. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She couldn't help but doubt everything—was any of Eash's care, love, or possessiveness for her real? Was there even the slightest feeling in his heart for her? A strangled sound escaped her throat—half sob, half laugh. She had been a pawn for him, a game piece in their endless rivalry. Her body moved before her mind could react. She bumped into a metal barrier. The sound it made was deafening.

She was utterly deceived. “I hate… hate you so much, Mike. I hope you will never be happy.” Riley is crying in the rain, it's been two hours. She's been walking in the shower and enjoying it. She felt let go, though her body was shivering. A car passed in front of her, and the man inside shrunk when he saw Riley in the rain. "Riley..." Brak! Riley suddenly fainted, which made his body immediately jolt. "Stop the car!" he shouted at the driver with exploding emotions.

A mix of emotions swirled within her. Relief. Anger. Sorrow. The silence was oppressive. Riley's ears strained. No sirens. No footsteps. Just the sound of Christian's labored breathing. And her own heartbeat. Riley's thoughts racing. What now? Do I call for help? Do I leave? Riley's eyes returned to Christian. She gently stroked his hair. "I won't leave you," Riley whispered. Riley's hands shook as she searched for a phone. She spotted Andy's phone on the ground.

A spare piece that people only noticed when they needed something to pity. Matthew might still harbor some lingering attachment to her, but that didn’t change anything. In time, I would have him wrapped around my fingers again, the way he used to be. He would be with me, where he was meant to be. And I would become a Sinclair, as I was always meant to be, unlike that pathetic nerd. Riley’s laugh pulled me out of my thoughts. She flicked her hair over her shoulder with a proud little toss, her mood brighter than it had been in days. Not seeing Violet seemed to lift her spirits.

"Scared of needing you. Scared of being dependent on someone again after working so hard to be independent. Scared that what I feel is real and deep and permanent, and that terrifies me more than anything." "What do you feel?" Before I could answer, before I could tell him that I loved him, that I'd been falling in love with him since that first night, that carrying his baby felt right in ways my marriage to Travis never had, the studio door opened. Riley stood there, her arms full of bags, looking surprised to see us both. "Oh. Sorry. I came early to start setup. Didn't realize anyone would be here." She looked between us, reading the tension. "Should I come back later?"

Charles. When I had gone to Riley’s place, nothing would have prepared me for the way that it was going to end. But I messed up, now it is Monday and I am not sure if I can face her. I practically showed her that I viewed her somehow. That I never forgot about that night, how I was willing to pay her whatever she wanted to get to spend a night her again. “Fuck.” I muttered. The heels hit the tiles, coming closer with each passing second. It scared me of how Riley was going to act.

Riley’s POV My whole body went cold. Then hot. Then furious. This was exactly what I had been afraid of all along. Ezra and his endless messy history with girls. All those gorgeous, cheerleader exes. I knew how quick he moved on, and that’s why I kept telling myself not to fall for him like some stupid idiot. And still, the moment I saw him in the moonlight, my heart had leaped anyway. What a joke. I stared at Danica’s hand looped around Ezra’s arm and felt something ugly twist in my chest.