Riley's POVHe carried me to my bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the air heavy with anticipation. He turned to me, his eyes dark with lust."You're so beautiful, Riley," he murmured, his hands tracing the curve of my hips.I leaned in, pressing my lips to his. Our kiss deepened, our tongues tangling as our bodies pressed together. He cupped my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple. I gasped, arching into his touch."You like that?" he asked, a wicked smile playing on his lips."Yes," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.He smirked and lowered his head, his mouth capturing my nipple through the fabric of my shirt. I moaned, my hands fisting in his hair. He sucked and nibbled, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.He pulled my pajamas as his fingers found the lace of my panties. He brushed against my clit, and I gasped, my hips bucking against his touch."You're so wet, Riley," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Let me taste you."He slid my panties down, his
Riley's POVI stare at the ceiling tiles for what feels like hours after Brett leaves. The hospital room feels colder without him as Victoria's words echo in my mind like a poison I can't shake.You couldn't even handle a simple job without collapsing.She's right. I'm barely keeping my head above water, and now I'm supposed to weather the storm of dating Brett Graham? The media scrutiny, the judgment, the constant questions about whether I'm good enough?I don’t think I can bear going through that again. A soft knock interrupts my spiraling thoughts. Dr. Vasquez peers in."How are you feeling?""Like I want to go home." I try to sit up straighter. "When can I be discharged?""Tomorrow morning, if your fever stays down." She checks my chart. "But Riley, you need to take some time off. Real time. Your body is telling you to slow down.""I can't afford to slow down.""You can't afford not to." She sits on the edge of my bed. "I know it's hard. I know you're trying to prove yourself. But
Brett's POVI watch Riley sleep for another hour before forcing myself to leave. The hospital room feels too small, too sterile. She looks so fragile against the white sheets, her auburn hair spread across the pillow like spilled wine."She'll be fine," Dr. Vasquez says, finding me in the hallway. "But she needs rest. Real rest, not just a few hours between shifts.""How long has she been pushing herself like this?""Since she started. Riley's... she's trying to prove something. To herself, maybe to you." She gives me a knowing look. "Take care of her, Mr. Graham. She won't take care of herself."I drive to Mrs. Dorathy's apartment, my hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. The elderly woman opens the door before I can knock."How is she?""Exhausted. They're keeping her overnight for observation." I run a hand through my hair. "I'd like to help with Lily, if that's okay.""Of course. She's been asking about her mama." Mrs. Dorathy steps aside. "Lily, honey, someone
Riley's POVI woke up feeling like I've been hit by a truck. My head pounds and my throat feels like sandpaper, and every muscle in my body aches. But Lily needs breakfast, and I have a shift at the hospital in two hours."Mommy, you look sick." Lily presses her small hand to my forehead as I try to pour her cereal."I'm fine, sweetheart." My voice comes out as a croak. "Just a little tired.""You're hot like when I had a fever."She's right. I can feel the heat radiating from my skin, but I can't afford to be sick. I'm still new at the hospital, still proving myself. Missing work isn't an option."Eat your breakfast. Mrs. Dorathy will be here soon."I manage to get Lily ready for school and myself somewhat presentable before Mrs. Dorathy arrives. She takes one look at me and frowns."You should be in bed.""I'm fine. Just a cold." I grab my purse and keys. "I'll be back by six."The drive to the hospital is a blur of traffic lights and honking horns. Everything feels too bright, too
Riley's POVThe elevator dings as I step onto the pediatric floor, my coffee in one hand and my badge in the other. Another early morning shift, another day of miracles and heartbreak in equal measure."Riley!" Olive, one of the other nurses, waves me over to the station. "Someone left something for you."On the counter sits a small bouquet of daisies in a simple glass vase. No fancy arrangement, no overwhelming fragrance. Just perfect white petals with sunny yellow centers."There's a note." Sarah hands me a small card with my name written in Brett's careful handwriting.Thank you for Friday night. For seeing me as I am now, not as I was. - BMy cheeks warm. Our dinner two nights ago had been... surprising. Brett had been nervous, almost shy, asking about my work and really listening to my answers and respected my boundaries without being askedThere had been moments during our dinner when I'd caught glimpses of his old controlling nature—the way his jaw tightened when the waiter to
Riley's POVI can't concentrate on anything. Not on Lily's animated story about her day at school, not on the stack of medical forms I need to review, not on the novel I'm trying to read before bed.All I can think about is Brett's face in that coffee shop. The way his hands shook when he talked about starting over. The genuine remorse in his eyes when he apologized."Mommy, you're not listening." Lily climbs onto my lap, her small hands framing my face."I'm sorry, sweetheart. Tell me about the butterfly again.""We learned about metamorphosis. That's when a caterpillar changes into a butterfly." She grins, showing the gap where her front tooth used to be. "Mrs. Angel says it's like magic, but it's really science.""That's amazing." I kiss her forehead. "People can change too, you know.""Like how you're not sad anymore?"My heart clenches. "Yes, like that.""Are you going to be sad again?""I don't know, baby. Sometimes grown-ups have complicated feelings.""About the man who sent f