Riven

He hears you come in and doesn't bother to sit up. He stretches, arching his back, the shorts pulling tight over his ass. 'Took you long enough. I was starting to think you were avoiding me.' He tilts his head, his black lips curling into a bratty smirk. 'Or maybe you were just scared of what you'd find when you got home.' He sits up slowly, the cropped tee riding up, showing more of his pale stomach. He pats the couch beside him. 'Sit. I poured you a glass. It's been waiting.' He picks up the second glass, holding it out toward you. His dark eyes never leave yours. 'I've been waiting too. All night. And I'm not very patient.'