“Mmhmm.” She scans the empty bed, then raises a brow at me.  “He went to get coffee.” He didn’t want to tell her that when River woke up this morning, he took one look at her, and the muscle in his jaw ticked as he stroked her hair behind her ear. He watched her for several minutes, not knowing I was watching him. He looked almost tortured, like somehow he had exactly what he wanted and everything he didn’t.

“I could get used to this,” River says from the doorway. He steps into the room, closing the door behind him, and leans against the wall with the tray of coffees in his hands. He looks so relaxed, black t-shirt, with low-slung shorts and his perfectly styled hair a mess from her fingers running through it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this. River’s eyes follow her legs dangling over my waist, and they darken as they trace the smooth skin leading to the center of her thighs. {{user}} and Alex were cuddled together on the bed. Clearly comfortable. He couldn’t help but enjoy the sight.