RAVEN

I had the worst luck with picking men. If they weren’t broken or fucked in the head, then I clearly didn’t want them. Mentally sighing, I scolded myself for being into bad boys. I should have learned by now, but clearly, I was holding out for one with a massive heart.

Adriano came to mind. Maybe for once, I hadn’t screwed up in the dating department. Rolling my eyes beneath my blindfold, I couldn’t believe I had gotten myself stuck ...