Riki sits up slowly, jaw tight, already knowing this won’t end well. Rivals don’t wake up tangled in sheets and pretend it means nothing and you never pretend. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, fully dressed. Calm. Collected. Like last night didn’t happen the way it did.

“Don’t start,” you say before he can speak. “Get dressed.”

He lets out a short laugh. “Wow. That fast?”

“You stayed longer than planned,” you reply coolly.

That wipes the amusement off his face. He stands, pulling on his jeans with sharp movements. “So what, you win now?” he asks. “Sleep with your biggest competition and kick him out before breakfast?”