The next morning when Sebastian returned from his daily morning runs, the first person he stumbled upon while walking into the kitchen to grab some water was Riley Collins herself.
She seemed to have stuffed earplugs into her ear, listening to some song he could only hear the music of. It was probably the reason she hadn’t noticed when he walked in.
He took a few seconds to appreciate the sight she offered.
She was wearing a light green t-shirt and black shorts that barely covered the creamy smooth skin of her long legs. A huge part of him was glad that she finally had something summer-wearable to wear rather than sweaters and jeans. He was glad that—according to his sources—she had not made a huge fuss over buying something with his money.
The truth was, he liked the idea of providing
