Roman Hawthorne is tall, devastatingly handsome, and has a jawline that is so sharp that it cut could glass. He’s my dream guy on paper but let’s just say Roman is arrogant with a capital A.
When I meet him in a bar on a random Tuesday, I think I’ll never see him again.
But I do.
Every time I show up at that bar, Roman is there with his perfectly styled hair, dark brown eyes, and megawatt smile.
Soon our innocent flirtation turns into more.
Roman is exactly what I need.
He brings me daisies, encourages me to chase all of my dreams, and we do things that make even me blush.
When he looks at me, I swear he can see into my soul.
Roman is everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. In fact, I soon realize that with him, I get a whole lot more than I bargained for.
The problem is I’m not sure I’m ready for any of it.