Things have been weird lately. Riley has been acting strange and I don't know why or what is wrong. She is kind of avoiding me, not that I don't see her every day and spend a lot of time with her.

But she seems uncomfortable when I touch her and even when I kiss her sometimes. All of the signs that make me very, very worried.

Right now, she is laying in her bed next to me, reading a book. I am not even touching her, because I don't want her to be uneasy or make her move away from me. It really saddens me that my girl is not comfortable with me at all.

"Do you like the book?" I ask, and she only nods. I sigh in frustration.

"Okay, babe, what is wrong?" I ask, done with this. It's been weeks and weeks and I can't survive this anymore.

"Nothing, I'm reading. You know how I am when I do." She smiles, but still moving her finger over the letters in her book.

"No, baby," I take her book away from her and throw it at the end of the bed.

"I am not talking about the book. I am talking about the fact that you won't let me touch or kiss you." I say, and it feels like I swallow my own heart.

Riley's mouth is moving, struggling how to respond. Now my heart is back down in hell. This is making me even more frighten than I already was.

"Riley, if you don't love me anymore then..."

"No, it's not that! I love you, Drew. It's just..." She trails off as she sighs loudly. Then she sits up and rub her temples. I reach for her and drag her into my lap, leaning my forehead on hers.

"I have told you so many times, Riley, I love you and I always want you to tell me if there is something wrong." I remind her as I look into her honey eyes, which I love so much.

"Tell me." I whisper, begging, because I am so tired of the way she is acting. It hurts so badly.

"It's nothing." She answers, which cause me to sigh in annoyance.

"Riley, if you do not tell me what is wrong. Then I am not going to see you, until you do." I warn her and watch as she chew on her lower lip.

She is sitting on my lap in silence, probably trying to figure out how to say it. I have never been more worried than I am now. What I just told her, I would do, but it would be very painful to leave her, when I know it is only months until I am going to move away from her.

"Drew... I don't know how to say it." She say and I cup her cheeks right away.

"Baby, there is no way you can say anything wrong to me." I promise her and then kiss her forehead, slowly.

"It's..." She sigh as she moves out of my hands.

"We have been together for six months now and..." She trials of.

"Come on, honey, tell me." I plead.

"And I know... you... want... more." She says nervously.

"What?" I ask, shaking my head in confusion. Riley sighs in annoyance.

"You are eighteen, Drew and you want... more" She closes her eyes and her cheeks are very warm now.

"Baby, I told you all I wanted was you." I remind her, but she shakes her head.

"That was months ago, Drew." She sigh, rubbing her forehead.

"Riley, if it makes you scared when I touch you, then we have a problem. I love you and I would not want to make you uncomfortable in any way. If you want me to stop touching then I will..."

"No, I don't want that." She says which turns me even more confused.

"Then what do you want, honey." I ask, cupping her cheeks again and leaning my forehead on hers.

"Promise me that you won't go over the line." She asks of me and I nod right away.

"Of course, Riley. I don't want to do anything you don't want to." I tell her and she nods, with a light smile.

"Don't get me wrong, Drew. I want to, but..."

"You are not ready." I smile as I push her down in the bed with me above her. She laughs, which has been a while since she did.

"Can I at least kiss you?" I wonder.

"Yes, you can." She nods, making me smile very bright as I lean down to her soft, lips, which I have been yearning for now.