Waking up the next morning with Taeryn's face buried against his chest was exactly what Rihan needed.
Taeryn was still dead asleep, his breathing slow and even. Rihan yawned, covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he carefully tried to slip out of bed only to have arms immediately wrap around his waist.
A sleepy, muffled voice followed. "Where are you going?"
Rihan smiled. "I just need to get my phone."
"Hm." Taeryn didn't open his eyes or made no move to let go. Instead, he tightened his grip slightly. "Stay a little longer."
Rihan chuckled softly and reached back to ruffle his hair with careful fingers. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah. Perfect." Taeryn murmured, a pleased smile curving his lips. "I smell like you. You marked me."
The way he said it all proud, content, made Rihan's chest ache in the best way.
"You know," Rihan began, keeping his voice gentle, "I got transferred here. To Hill City."
