“In this life, do not be comfy with riley mise–en–scène! Live the life of riley.”

“As if Riley and Amelia were lions, and we were a menage a trois of lively, prancing deer.”

“You will be my downfall, Riley Blackthorne.”

“I smell like brett riley”

“riley: give me a romantic comedy any day.rhoan: your jest a girly-girl at heart, arent you?riley: takes one to know one, bro.”

“Riley paused, turning back to face Jack. "Just so you know, we are gonna need some definite PDAs tonight.Think you can handle that?" There was irritation in Riley's voice, a subtle change, a certain stress. Jack imagined it was a manifestation of fear, and it made him feel better to think that. In answer Jack moved carefully past Riley, sliding a hand over the younger man's black silk shirt, his fingers brushing Riley's left nipple. He heard a hiss of indrawn breath as his hard thigh touched Riley briefly."I can handle anything you need, Het-boy," he said, his voice low and growled. "Just follow my cues." Riley followed him to the top of the stairs, and Jack held out his hand. "Husband?" he smirked.Riley took his hand, and they started down the sweeping staircase. "Fuck you, asshole," Riley forced out behind a covering smile."Not if I fuck you first," Jack said, fast and clear, smirking again as Riley stumbled on the next step.”