Riley woke up the next morning with her face pressed into the side of Kent’s chest. She took a deep breath, letting his scent fill her senses for a moment before she stretched out, her legs sliding against his. She lifted her head to see him staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head.
“Good morning,” he said softly, looking at her.
“How long have you been awake?” She rolled onto her back and rubbed her eyes.
“About half an hour. I didn’t want to wake you.” He rolled onto his side so he could look at her. “Can I ask you a question?”
“I suppose.” She looked at him warily. She couldn’t decide if it was a good idea to tell him about Paul last night. She had been feeling small and weak and had let that information slip out, but now she was terrified of revisiting that conversatio
