Riven was just about to grab a cool towel when a hand shot out and wrapped around his wrist with surprising strength.
He froze.
Leon's grip was firm—too firm for someone who'd been whining about melting just moments ago. Riven turned, startled, but before he could say anything, Leon gave a sharp tug.
Riven stumbled forward, completely unprepared, and ended up landing chest-first onto the prince sprawled on the bed. His hands barely caught the edge of the mattress, stopping him from completely crushing Leon, but it was close.
"Leon—" he started, flustered, trying to push up and away. But Leon didn't give him the chance.
Without a word, without a warning, Leon reached up, cupped the back of Riven's neck, and pulled him down.
And then he kissed him.
Hard.
