After Eli left, Riven quickly made his way back to his room, careful not to make too much noise as he tiptoed across the hallways. The moment he pushed open the door, the familiar sight of Ronan sleeping heavily on the bed made him grin.
Without hesitation, Riven padded across the room and dove back into the warm sheets, wriggling his way until he was pressed snugly against Ronan's side.
Ronan's eyebrows were furrowed, his face twisted in a slight frown even in sleep. Maybe he was having a nightmare.
Riven tilted his head and studied him for a moment, feeling an odd flutter in his chest. Then, slowly, carefully, he lifted his hand and traced a gentle line along Ronan's furrowed eyebrows with the tip of his finger.
Before Riven could even react, Ronan's eyes snapped open. His hand shot out with lightning speed, grabbing Riven's wrist tightly.
Riven froze.
