He’d seen her earlier that day at the fundraiser, watching as a particularly entitled donor tried to talk down to one of the younger boys from the group home. Rylee hadn't just corrected the man; she had dismantled his ego with a surgical, polite ferocity that left the room stunned.
Colton let out a short, dry laugh, shaking his head as he closed the distance between them. He reached out, his thumb brushing the line of her jaw. [S1E6] Why does it not surprise me that you 'd ...
Colton leaned against the glass doorframe, a smirk tugging at his lips. He’d seen her earlier that day at the
Inside, the house was too large and too still, until he saw her. Rylee was standing on the balcony, her silhouette framed by the moon, looking like something far too pure for a man who spent his life chasing adrenaline and outrunning demons. He reached out, his thumb brushing the line of her jaw
He didn't wait for her to answer. In the silence of the Malibu night, the "reckless bad boy" realized that while he spent his days winning on the track, the only real victory was the one woman who refused to let him win by default.