Woah.
Woah.
WOAH!
Riley was pretty sure this was the way to hell, but for a completely different reason.
Also, disclaimer: the poor mortal had actually tried his absolute best to resist any and all temptations. He really did. But with a face that godsent (literally) and eyes that smoldered far too much for mere humans to handle, how exactly was he supposed to put up any considerable defenses?
So really, it wasn't that he didn't try. It was more like his self-control could only be described as a paper shield—flimsy, tragic, and very, very doomed.
And it went just like this.
In that same study that had witnessed tears, heartbreak, and the unexpected blossoming of a relationship, another entirely pointless conversation was taking place.
Well, pointless because however his conscience tried to frame it, there was really very little wiggle room left for escape.
Moreover, who was supposed to be escaping who?
