ALLISON.

River cocked a brow and offered me a plate of cheese cuts and salami.

“Don’t mind if I do,” I muttered, reaching for a slice of salami.

Delicious.

River watched me intently as I ate, his smirk softening into something almost… tender. “You’re making that look delicious,” he murmured, a teasing glint in his eye.

I felt myself blushing as I fumbled for another piece. “It’s just salami, River,” I mumbled, suddenly self-conscious under his ...