The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. Riley was gone, and the space beside me was cold. I stretched, feeling the slight soreness from the previous night's antics. My lips curled into a smile as I remembered Riley's antics in her sleep. I can't wait to see her.
I sighed, missing Riley already. Her warmth and the gentle rise and fall of her breath were comforting reminders of her presence. The room felt emptier without her. I glanced around, spotting her discarded tunic on the chair, a faint smile tugging at my lips.
After a quick stretch, I decided to take a shower. The hot water felt invigorating, washing away the remnants of sleep. The steam curled around me, and I let my thoughts drift to Riley. She was always so intense, so passionate, whether in battle or in bed. It was one of the many things I admired about her.
