Nick’s P.O.V
Riley and I were laying in bed, after the little session we had once we got in from dinner. It had been an excellent yet busy first day, but both of us had enjoyed ourselves. She curled into me, her head on my chest, and my arm wrapped around her shoulder.
“I swear Riley; I think I may be addicted to you,” I laughed, looking down at her.
“You are, uh? And what makes you think that?” She replied, smirking up at me.
“Because I can go a day without having you,” I said.
“What can I say, we work well together,” She said.
“Mmm, that we do, very well indeed,” I said, reaching down to kiss her.
I was addicted to those lips too; there was something about her lips that send waves of want through me, anytime that they were against mine. I moved my hand
