Riley's pov

Happy with just the cutlery having a conversation, Killian walked down the stairs in a black singlet and knee-length basketball shorts. The thin fabric clung lightly to his chest, hinting at the hard lines beneath, while his arms flexed with an easy strength as his hand slid along the railing. Each step drew attention to the trim cut of his waist and the quiet power in his build, abs shifting with movement, shoulders broad yet relaxed.

I almost choked on my food immediately, ...