A ring from his phone woke Riley from his slumber.
"Tsh! Who the hell is this so early to disturb people?" He mumbled stretching his arms to reach his phone on the bedside table and the other hand lightly squeezing his eyes. It's still six in the morning according to the clock hanging on his wall.
"Hello?!" He answered the phone without even checking who it was calling.
"Hi babe, good morning!" Riley distances the phone abruptly away from his ears when he recognizes the voice. It was Dylan chuckling from the opposite line.
"You? Grrrrr, you know what? My morning was supposed to be good but now, not anymore." He responds, annoyed. "And where did you get my number?" He asked with furrowed brows, wondering how Dylan got his number.
"Hmmm, if there's a will, there's a way!" Dylan answe
