And he has his sights set on me.
If I had a penny for every time that happened to me. I’d have… zero.
I know deep down I’ll regret it, but he’s desperate and I need the cash.
He’s number one on my enemies list but number one on the killer-smile-plus-chiseled-abs list.
Pretending to be lovey-dovey with him at a family wedding is painful. Gorgeously painful.
We end the night breathless with our clothes in a pile.
My former self would just blow this joint, forget his woodsy cologne, and move on with my life.
But the dreaded two little blue lines suddenly change everything.