Saige’s [POV]

“You didn’t have to carry me.” I smile, looping my arms around Rylan’s neck as he pauses to nudge the front door closed behind us.

It’s been two months and I still struggle to believe someone like him even cares I exist. Gorgeous. Muscles on muscles. The prettiest blue eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. A dimple in his chin when he grins. So wealthy that I can’t even imagine what it must be like to have that many zeros in my bank account.

But even if he ...