Who knew that an old pair of glasses would help me spot the love of my life?
I met plenty of interesting people while working at the bookstore information desk. But I was not looking for men, unless they wanted directions to the thriller section.
I didn’t want thrills. I just wanted to feel settled.
But Finn seemed instantly obsessed with me. I’d never felt so wanted. His desire was an awakening, lighting a fire inside me. He made me see the sensual side that I’d never focused on before.
Should I listen to my anxiety or my newly ignited libido?