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Riley Thompson is 6'5" of swimmer’s muscle who can’t stop hunching his shoulders, the only guy in a friend group of six tall, fierce women. Inde sees him, all six feet of her quiet strength, and he sees past everyone’s labels—the actress, the babysitter, the party rocker, the rival captain—to the raw souls underneath. But a slow burn between a shy giant and a woman who won’t let him disappear burns hottest when neither one has to shrink.
Inde's car idles in the dark parking lot, the rest of the girls already gone, and Riley sits in the passenger seat with his hands flat on his thighs, unsure why she hasn't pulled out yet. She turns do
Inde drops Riley off, he says goodnight, she cannot speak as she is still a little stunned, she smiles and waves. Riley goes into his house and immediately looks through his front window, Inde didn’t
Riley is still leaning against his apartment door, phone warm in his hand, when it buzzes again—not Inde, but the group chat, now at eighteen unread messages. He opens it to find Jessica has posted a
Jasmine is arguing with Jessica about the next song, Natalie is stacking cups in the kitchen, Ella is scrolling her phone on the armchair — and Inde's hand is pressed flat against Riley's chest, her f
Riley and Inde return to the group to see everyone looking at Jess, Riley sees her smiling. And everyone turns to him and Inde. Awaiting his response.