Tasha curled her legs under her on the oversized velvet sofa, her head resting naturally on Riley's shoulder. She could feel the steady, rhythmic thrum of his heart through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. It was a sound she had known since she was six years old, a frequency that signaled safety and home.
Riley shifted, his arm draped across the back of the couch, his fingers grazing the nape of her neck. He didn't move them away. He never did.
"You're thinking too loud again," Riley murmured. His voice was a low rumble that vibrated against her temple.
Tasha let out a soft huff of laughter, closing her eyes. "Is it that obvious?"
"You have a specific way of frowning when you're spiraling. Your left eyebrow does this little twitch."
Tasha opened one eye and looked up at him. His jawlin
