Riven grumbled as he curled into himself, pulling the blanket up to his chest. The bright early morning sun filtered through the window onto his face, waking him far earlier than he'd like. He silently cursed himself for opening the curtains when he'd woken up yesterday morning, and then forgetting to close them before he left.

It was all Brandon's fault. He'd called as Riven was stepping out of the shower, reminding him that they had errands to run for Bloom and Sky's engagement party. Riven had completely forgotten about it, so he hauled ass and rushed out the door.

The errands took the entire day. It was close to 8pm when they'd dropped everything off at the couple's apartment. Riven stopped at some dive bar on the way home, letting the rest of the guys go home to their girlfriends and wives. He was sitting at the bar, halfway through his second drink when someone asked if the seat beside him was taken. He told himself he'd imagined it – that voice had only existed in two places for the last seven years: in his dreams and on the radio. He shouldn't finish the drink.

"Riven? Can I sit?" she asked again. She knew he recognized her voice; she had to. He nodded yes, not trusting his voice.

Musa sat beside him, looking every bit as beautiful as he remembered. The conversation was forced and awkward. At first. And then someone dropped a drink and Riven made some stupid sarcastic comment that had made her laugh. Soon enough they were joking and talking like they hadn't been apart all those years.

Some combination of the alcohol and her presence had made him lose his mind. There'd been a lull in the conversation, and he'd looked at her and said: "I miss you."

The shocked expression came and went in the blink of an eye. She looked at her glass, then at the bar while Riven held his breath hoping that he would die on the spot to avoid the discomfort of her saying she'd moved on.

He'd looked away. It was too much. He thought of leaving, of excusing himself – or not – dropping a 20 on the counter and fucking off. But then he'd felt her hand slide over his and squeeze. When he'd finally found the courage to look at her, she was making that adorable face she made when she was trying really hard not to cry. "I miss you too" she replied in a whispered tone so low he'd almost missed it. As it was, he'd had to focus really hard to make out the words, giving him only a second to react before her lips were on his.

The rest of the night was a blur. A quick cab ride where they'd held hands giddily like lovestruck teenagers until Musa's hand had slid out of his and up his thigh until she was rubbing his leg, stopping just short of touching him. Opening the door, her pulling him in like she owned the place. Her lips, her skin, her hands, her voice clouded his mind, filling him with adrenaline. They'd cuddled after they were done and Riven fell into the most blissful sleep he'd ever had.

Now that the morning had come, he was scared to turn around. He didn't know what daylight and sobriety would bring, and he was so desperate to keep her for as long as he could. What if she regretted last night? What if she told him she was already with someone else? What if she was gone? Losing her was painful enough the first time even if it was necessary; he didn't think he could bear having been so close and losing her again.

But then the bed shifted, and he could breathe again. Musa's arm wrapped around his waist and her lips kissed his back as Musa cuddled up to him. "G'morning" she mumbled sleepily, pushing herself closer to him.

Riven turned under her arm to face her. He didn't try to contain the smile on his face as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer until their every limb was intertwined. Musa sighed happily as she snuggled her face into his chest. "I've missed this" she told him.

"Me too" he whispered, planting a kiss on her head.

Musa looked up at him, smiling brightly as she met his eyes. He held her gaze, wishing he could stay in that moment forever. When they were younger, Musa had been his safe haven; his shelter when the demons that ravaged his mind became unbearable. She was his biggest supporter; his most loyal confidant; his best friend. He knew he missed her, but he hadn't realised how much until he'd looked at her this morning.

Riven brought his hand up to brush her hair back, letting it slide down to cup her cheek. Musa leaned into his hand with a warm smile that made him feel like he was eighteen and falling in love again. He lowered his hand to her chin, using it to lift her lips to his.

"What's got you looking so happy?" Musa teased when they pulled apart. Riven's already wide smile widened more.

"I wish I could wake up like this every morning" he told her, moving his hand up to brush his thumb along her cheek.

"Pushed to the edge of your bed because I take up all the space?"

"With you. Where and how doesn't matter."

Musa looked at him with twinkling eyes and a bashful smile. She pulled him in for a kiss that made his heart flutter. He lost himself in her; her lips, her eyes, her touch, her voice. She was the most wonderful kind of lost. Where every turn led to an incredible discovery: a new facet of the woman he loved. He would happily wander her forever if she would have him.

Musa smiled into the kiss before pulling away. "I like the sound of that."