Leon closed his eyes, allowing the heat to envelop him, a momentary escape from the confusion that had taken root in his mind.
Images flickered like candlelight behind his eyelids, Riven's playful smirk, the way his breath had quickened, the feeling of those soft lips wrapping around him.
Leon's breath caught in his throat, and he felt that familiar stir of desire, a tightening in his core that he was desperately trying to ignore.
"God, why am I even thinking about this?" he muttered, shaking his head as if to dispel the memories. But the more he fought against it, the stronger the images became, the heat pooling in his belly intensifying.
He shifted in the bathtub, the sensation of the warm water against his skin only heightening his senses. The soft sound of the water lapping against the sides of the tub became a rhythm, a gentle reminder of the night before.
