Austin’s POV
The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted up to my nose as I made my way downstairs and towards the sweet fragrance. I ended up in the kitchen where Emily was going through her phone, coffee in the other hand and tousled hair. When she had first asked me to move in with me for the shortest time possible, I didn’t think it would be possible because of how much I love my space but I was loving these two days Emily has been with me. It made me realize how much I miss having someone to talk to or hang with. Sebastian has been my only friend.
“Good morning,” I greeted as soon as I entered the kitchen.
“Morning, Mr Miller,” she looked up from her phone and answered me with a smile.
I passed her, ignoring the way she was leaning on the kitchen island, back arched and feet spre
