The Admirer Who Fought Off My Stalker Was An Even Worse Hot -

Dave was an annoyance. A persistent, low-grade fever of a problem. The police couldn’t do anything because he hadn’t technically threatened me. My friends thought it was “kind of funny” until he showed up at a bar and stood outside the window for forty-five minutes, breathing fog onto the glass.

Dave was a problem. Liam was a catastrophe. When you’re running from one monster, don’t fall into the arms of another just because he smells better. the admirer who fought off my stalker was an even worse hot

“Excuse me?”

Liam was thermonuclear hot . The kind of hot that rewires your brain chemistry. The kind where you find yourself forgiving red flags because his biceps look particularly good in the low light of a dive bar. The kind where your friends look at a photo of him, pause, and say, “Oh. Oh, no. I get it now. You’re doomed.” Dave was an annoyance