The stuff

Anna

Riven tries to act super normal next morning, even though I wake in his arms with my hair all over his pillow. He gives me a smile and disentangles himself and heads off for a shower like this is just any other day.

But it isn’t.

Now I’ve slept in his bed I don’t want to sleep alone again.

It felt too good to feel someone’s body against mine. It felt too good to have someone hold me for the first proper time in my life.

Now I know how it feels to be safe and warm in someone’s arms I can’t let it go, and I won’t.

But I can’t choose, either.

I can’t choose either man over the other, they both mean too much to me.

When I was being passed around foster homes like a bad smell, all I ever wanted was one person to give a shit about me. Now there’s the chance I have two. Two men who care enough to give me a chance. And they love me, he said so, and Riven isn’t the kind to lie.

I’m eating a bowl of cereal when he joins me in the kitchen. He pours himself one and takes a seat opposite, sme