River and Lily have been, or rather had been, friends for almost all their lives until a one nightstand ruined any semblance of a friendship between them. Lily would strongly like to blame the fact that she was foolish on that night and River, well, he doesn't look like he has a lot to say or think about the night in question. Now, four years down the line, after one isolating the other and another still being bitter hurt over the events that succeeded that particular night, Lily is called in for a royal favor. With River's coronation as king drawing near, she has to keep his rather, messy, to be lightly put, record on a clean squeaky plate. How to do that you ask? Well, obviously by avoiding him and being professional to a fault. But the ignorant blind fool doesn't get the memo. In fact, to her, it looks like River is doing anything other than being professional and distant. ☆¤☆¤☆¤☆ "I was going to ruin you!" he shouts in exasperation and I eye him for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly until he calms down. "I was already ruined. I fail to see any sort of damage that could have outdone what I've gone through." I shrug and pick up my folder from the bed. ☆¤☆¤☆¤☆ Lily has no much to think about during the summer but if there's something she's certain of, it's that she is not ready to be the reason River's crown topples off his head no matter how much he wants to be the problem in her course.
River doesn't say anything. The whispered questions I asked just moments before seem irrelevant now that I have scanned every inch of scarred skin on him.
"When did you start?" I ask him and he reaches for my hand, gently pushing it away from prodding at the scars.
"A while after you left for college," he says on a sigh and I slowly sit back on bed, inviting him to sit next to me.
He eyes the spot for a moment before slowly sitting on it, eyes never once reaching mine.
"How did it start?" My voice is quiet and calm almost as if enticing him to share this with me.
When he begins to reach for the shirt to pull it back on, I gently tug at his toned bicep and his muscles flex under my touch making the hairs on my arms to rise.
I am such a horny mess it's sad.