87. I Am Sorry

Riley's eyes fluttered open as she felt herself being lifted off the plush comfort of River's bed. Confused and disoriented, she tried to piece together what was happening.

Her body was being moved without her consent, but surely River wouldn't kick her out of his bed like this? Was it morning already? Had he finished with her and now wanted her gone?

God...he could've at least waited until morning.

Her arms wrapped tightly around his strong neck, pulling her closer to him as he carried her with ease. She could feel the heat radiating off of his bare skin, warming her own naked body. Despite the soreness and aching all over, she couldn't help but relax into his embrace.

Through the haze of sleep, Riley tried to clear her mind, but it was like swimming against a thick current. As River carried her, she buried her face in the curve of his neck, taking in his scent - a blend of musk and pine that was both familiar and intoxicating. It calmed her racing thoughts and somehow made everythin