Waves - Book #2 [completed]

31 ~ Habromania

Habromania
noun
Delusions of happiness

Light assaults my eyes and bright sunlight burns my pupils behind closed lids and ungently wakes me up from a deep, restful slumber. But it cannot erase the images of a coming Riley from my brain. These images are permanently imprinted in my head for the rest of my life and I'm not mad about that in the slightest.

Groaning, I flex every muscle in my body and try to remember where I am. It doesn't take long for my mind to start replaying last night. Incredible how that turned out. I begin to smile like an idiot and I haven't even opened my eyes yet.

I'm on my stomach, one foot and one arm hang off the edge of the bed and my hair is a mess all over my face. I'm sure I got an imprint of rumpled sheets on my cheek too. My stomach rumbles as soon as I dare to squint one eye open, reminding me that I skipped dinner yesterday and that, by now, I'm fucking starving – in more than one way.

I turn my head, groan into the pillow, and stretch out my arm to the other side where Riley fell asleep in my arms yesterday. She was out like a lamp in two minutes tops and I reveled in her quiet sleeping noises and the soft sated smile on her face for a while until I drifted off myself. At one point during the night, I got up to use the bathroom. When I climbed back into bed, I pulled Riley's back against my chest and kissed her shoulder. She murmured something I didn't understand before falling asleep again. How I ended up on my stomach, facing the other direction will remain a mystery.

My fingertips find and trace Riley's arm where she's lying on her back. I blink my bleary eyes open and... fuck me, I want to wake up next to her every day. The sight of tanned skin against her sheets, the yellow morning light that makes her skin glow and her freckles dance... I'm enthralled.

Riley's awake and staring at the ceiling, mouth slightly agape as if she's concentrating.

"Good morning, Crabby." I inch closer and snake my arm around her middle, hand sneaking under her t-shirt and dick twitching in hopes for another round of last night's mind-blowing sex. I want to be inside her again before leaving this bed. I should've woken her up when I woke up during the night but decided against it because she looked so peaceful.

Riley doesn't move and I rub my palm up and down her side as I wiggle even closer until I can press my lips to her jaw. I feel so warm and cozy on the inside it's fizzling in my fingertips. Everything feels so... just right. This tiny cabin, this fluffy comfortable bed, the creaking floorboards, this huge dog that I'm sure had more space in this bed than I had last night. And of course Riley. Fuck. When she's here, what else could I possibly need?

"You need to go."

I hear what she says but my brain doesn't process her words. What? "What?"

"You need to go," she repeats, louder this time and I hear the strain in her voice that isn't there from sleep or from crying my name over and over last night. It's forlorn, broken and tearing me out of my sleepy daze like a bucket of ice-cold water dumped over my head.