He loves me.
He loves me not…
Six months.
Six months of Romeo Andretti watching me from a distance—tall, dark, and terrifyingly calm.
A silent shadow who always seems to know where I am,
what I’m doing,
when I’m alone.
Not that he’d ever admit he’s been stalking me.
Not that I’d believe him if he did.
His intentions? Impossible to read.
My sanity? Wavering between this could be something and
I am way out of my league.
Romeo Andretti is everything I shouldn’t want.
A bad boy with worse connections.
A man whose darkness touches every part of my world.