The warm blaring summer sun filtered through the curtains dancing along with the soft breeze. Its rays slowly inch inside the room and bathed half of the sleeping boy with its warmth.
Feeling the heat, the boy's brows furrowed, and he stirred. Heavy lashes fluttered and slowly lifted. Hazel-eyes, looking a shade lighter due to the light, peeked through them, unfocused.
One left hand unconsciously came up to block the sunlight.
It was already the morning after.
Carefree, Riley stretched his body, purring like a lazy cat. Then seemingly unsatisfied, he rolled a few times in bed before drowsily getting up.
Unbeknownst to the boy, he had a silent audience, eyeing his every movement like a panther stalking its prey.
"Good morning." A deep baritone voice said from the side.
