Chapter 142: Elder Trouble
"I have a pretty view in front of me now..."
Ronan paused for a heartbeat, lifting his eyes again—just long enough to give Riven a look that fell somewhere between amusement and exasperation. It was the kind of look that said you’re ridiculous, but also I like it.
Then, without a word, he went back to work, his pen gliding across the page in swift, efficient strokes.
Riven didn’t mind the silence. He settled deeper into the cushions, his tail slowly starting to wag with a rhythmic swish-swish that thudded softly against the edge of the couch. He wasn’t even aware of it at first. It just moved on its own, like his body couldn’t contain the contentment bubbling inside him.
There was something soothing about being here. Even if Ronan wasn’t paying him full attention, his presence was enough. Warm, solid, grounding.
He watched the way Ronan’s brow furrowed slightly as he read, the way his fingers seemed to move on their own, and the occasional sigh he let out when a line of text annoyed him. Riven could sit like this forever.
Even if he didn’t say it out loud, just being near Ronan like this was enough to make his day better. To think he just topped him a few hours ago!
Riven continued wagging his tail lazily, eyes following Ronan like a bored housecat waiting for attention. He even went so far as to yawn loudly, making sure Ronan noticed.
One of the cons of being with powerful men is that they are very busy.