Riley’s POV

Night has crept deep through the closed windows when a soft knock at the door interrupts my thoughts.

“Come in,” I murmur.

Theo slowly opens the door and enters the room. He is barefoot and wearing gray pajama pants. He wears a white shirt that exposes his shapely forearms. His copper-blond hair is damp and tousled.

“I'm sorry, did I wake you?” he asks.

I shake my head and he approaches the bed. He puts a cup of tea and another ice pack on ...