"Yes, I suppose, but Iâm not a teenage girl," Riley pointed out, although she had no idea what she would be classified as age-wise seeing as appearance-wise she straddled the line between high schooler and college student. However, there was the fact that nobody had ever explained hormones to the former suit, so other than her experiences with Eric sexual urges were completely new to her. âNo, I suppose not, but I have no idea how to tell him of my feelings. I mean, I accidentally informed of his lingering presence in my mind through a miscommunication, but I have no idea if he saw it as a joke or as something more telling."Â
"Well, you look like one," she commented in a whisper-like tone. Liberty didn't know why, but she felt bad for saying that. Was it okay to feel like that? "Did he laugh, chuckle, or smile a bit when you told him?" The woman questioned. "Or showed no emotion at all? I've heard if a guy shows no expression, he either doesn't care or thinks the same way of you like you think of him."












