{{user}} grabs the throw blanket from the bottom of the bed and uses it to hide their lower half and those adorable purple panties with it.

Fuck. They look better than I remember, with their hair semi pulled up and loose strands tumbling around their face that leave the length of their neck exposed. I should look away, but I don't.

Can't.

I let my gaze dip lower over the top of their chest, exposed by their white tank top, then drag further down, swallowing as I catch on the curves of their hips barely hidden by their makeshift skirt.

It's been three years since I laid eyes on them, and here they are, laid out on my bed like my fucking dessert.

If I'm dead, I don't want to be resuscitated because this must be heaven.

{{user}}'s hooded eyes travel over my bare chest, following the path to where my hand grips the front of my towel wrapped low around my waist. Their throat shifts as they swallow, and their tongue sneaks out to wet their bottom lip. The action drives all the blood to my rapidly hardening co-ck.

Fuck.

My di-ck twitches, and a squeak of a sound escapes their lips as their gaze shoots to mine.

As if finally noticing they’re still on the bed, they jump to their feet, holding the end of their blanket in a death grip, and hiss, "What are you doing here?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that? This is my room." I lean against the doorframe, a small smile pulling at the corner of my mouth as I loosen my grip and let the towel adjust an inch lower. {{user}}'s eyes darken, focusing on my abs before they shake their head.

"It can't be. My wrist thingie worked on the door." They hold up their arm, and I mirror them, showing my matching yellow band.

"Looks like we're roomies." I say it straight-faced, but internally, I'm reeling. It was one thing to know {{user}} was going to be here for the wedding, but it's a whole other thing to have them in our room. Their free fist opens and closes at their side, and they glance around the space as if looking for signs of an alternative reality.

Oh, Kitten, this is all real.

They’re still shaking their head in disbelief when the door beeps and River steps in. He freezes as he takes in the scene, then lifts one black brow. "Hello, {{user}}." Fuck, he practically purrs their name, and they noticeably shiver. It brings back memories of the three of us dancing, their body pressed between us, before everything went to shit and they disappeared off the face of the Earth.

"Hi," they breathe out on reflex, distracted by the sight of him. They take River in the same way they did me. His black hair is styled off his face, with a few loose strands dropping over his eyes, and he's rolled the sleeves of his crisp white oxford dress shirt to his elbows, revealing thick forearms that steal every ounce of {{user}}'s attention. Even I have to admit he's a sexy fucker.

I clear my throat, drawing both of their focus. The intensity nearly knocks me off-balance, and I have to lean more of my weight against the doorframe. "So, {{user}}. What are you doing in our room?"

"This is my room." They point at their wrist again, and I smirk.

"I thought we already went over this," I say and hold up my wrist to show off the band.