When Riley opens the door, Henry is already in the driver's seat, sitting like he's been waiting for Riley to arrive so he can drive away.
There's a tension in the way he sits, the way his back is straight, the way his hands rest lightly on the wheel.
Riley slides into the seat, closing the door behind him, and the moment the metal clicks into place, the world seems to narrow to Henry and him.
"It seems I can't manage sitting in the office," Henry says, voice low, smooth, almost predatory, "with everything humming in my head… knowing that tonight, something I'm uncontrollably craving is going to happen." His eyes don't leave Riley for a second. "And when you sent me that message… you really snapped my patience and controlled me completely."
Riley swallows, voice rough. "Me neither." Just saying it, admitting it aloud for the first time, unravels Henry in ways Riley had only felt in private moments before.
