Kent had decided on dinner in the sitting room again after a very cold shower that had provided very little relief. The interruptions were becoming a bit maddening and he was pretty sure if there was one more, he was going to lose his mind.
He knocked on Riley’s door and then took two steps back across the hall, leaning on the opposite wall, telling himself that distance was for the best. He shoved his hands in the pocket of his jeans as he waited.
When she opened the door, Kent had to use every ounce of willpower to not move. Her hair was loose around her face. She was wearing a pair of soft-looking leggings and a loose red sweater that hung off one shoulder.
“I got us dinner,” he said quickly, feeling his cheeks flush as he watched her. “I promise to keep my hands to myself.”
Riley
