When they reached Eli's room—his room, because at this point, it was practically Eli's second home—Riven pushed the door open with his foot. He helped Eli sit on the edge of the bed, steadying him when he swayed a little.
"There." Riven patted his shoulder. "You're tucked in. Mostly. Try not to die of embarrassment when you remember this tomorrow."
"Nothing about this is embarrassing," Eli murmured as he closed his eyes.
"We'll see about that." Riven still assumed that by the next day, things would change and Eli would backtrack. He was a soft bunny, he was not built to be a male lead and rival others. He was an MC, and people would become rivals for him!
He turned to leave, hand already pushing the door shut, when Eli's voice floated after him—small and soft and heartbreakingly earnest.
"Don't drink," Eli whispered.
Riven paused, his hand frozen on the door.
"You promised… Just one glass…"
Damn it.
