*Rosalind*
When I wake up again I find Riverdale still with me, his hand splayed over my hip, as if to keep me beneath the sheets with him until he decides to let me go.
We fell asleep without closing the draperies, so sunlight spills in through the many windows of the room, which is nearly as large as the entire floor that houses bedchambers in my residence. He's facing me, his long dark lashes resting gently on sharply defined cheeks.
I try not to disturb him, pressing the flat of my hand to the center of his chest, smiling as the hairs there curl around my fingers, mirroring how he had been curled around me for most of the night.
I hadn't expected him to stay with me, but then, there's a good deal about him I hadn't expected. A good deal about myself as well.
I'm filled with gladn
