Riley's POV
Night has crept deep through the closed windows when a soft knock at the door interrupts my thoughts.
“Come in," I murmur.
Theo slowly opens the door and enters the room. He is barefoot and wearing gray pajama pants. He wears a white shirt that exposes his shapely forearms. His copper-blond hair is damp and tousled.
“I'm sorry, did I wake you?" he asks.
I shake my head and he approaches the bed. He puts a cup of tea and another ice pack on the bedside table.
“Ella was worried," he says. “About your cheek. She didn't know if it still hurts. She was going to bring this to you, but I told her I could do it myself."
“You're such a gentleman," I joke.
He smiles half-sideways and sits on the edge of the bed, close to me.
For a moment, his eyes roam over my body, noticing the
