RILEY.
In the morning, my head is pounding. As I open my eyes, I let out a groan, only to feel someone's arm shift from around my waist. Turning my head to look beside me, I gasp in surprise.
Scrambling out of bed, I grab my robe from the back of the door. Nothing happened I tell myself However, the soreness between my legs tells a different story. Biting my thumb, I walk to the side of the bed where he's lying and shake him gently. “Wake up. You need to leave before someone comes in.”
His eyes open slowly. When he sees me, he sits up and lifts the covers to look underneath before running a hand down his face a drawn-out, “Fuck.” leaving his lips.
His voice is raspy, from sleep and even though it shouldn’t the sound goes straight between my legs biting my tongue as punishment I push h
