I woke up to pale light and the ache between my legs.

Riven’s shirt had ridden up around my waist. One of his arms was heavy across my stomach. Knox was on my other side, face turned toward my shoulder, his hand resting on my thigh like he had put it there in his sleep and never moved it.

For a second I didn’t move. I just listened to them breathe.

Then I tried to sit up and the soreness hit all at once — deep, used, unmistakable. I made a small sound before I could stop it.

Riven’s eyes opened first.

He didn’t say good morning. He just looked...