Jaxon's POV When it was over, as we lay tangled together in the aftermath, Riley turned his head away from me, unable to meet my gaze. It didn't take much from me to know that he had no desire of letting me see how much this had affected him, how much I had gotten under his skin.“Riley,” I said, my voice soft, almost gentle. He didn’t respond. He couldn’t. Instead, he closed my eyes, willing himself to forget, to pretend that this meant nothing. Because if he let it mean something, if he let himself feel, he knew he would never recover.But I didn't care about his internal battles because I was already facing one myself.The room was quiet now, except for the soft rustling of clothes and the distant hum of the city beyond the hotel window. Riley was at the foot of the bed, his back to me, slipping on his shirt with deliberate care. I found my eyes drifting to him, studying the gentle curve of his spine, the way his slim frame moved with unconscious grace. His hair, still slight
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