The moment Xavier pulled away, Riven frowned.
His lips were still tingling, swollen from the sheer force of the kiss. His breath came shaky and uneven, his body burning from the heat Xavier had ignited in him.
But then—
Xavier was pulling away completely.
His rough hands, which had just been gripping him so tightly, were suddenly gone, leaving behind a cold, unsatisfying emptiness.
Riven didn't like it.
His heart still pounded in his chest, his mind dizzy from the heady rush of being so thoroughly kissed, but Xavier was looking away now.
Not at him.
Not anymore.
He looked like he was done.
And that made something inside Riven tighten uncomfortably.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
Whenever Riven kissed someone—whenever he enticed, teased, and seduced—things never ended like this.
They were supposed to lose themselves completely. And then they end up boinking!
But Xavier…
He had stopped.
Just like that.
Like he had come to his senses.
