Chapter One

I've always believed in a slow kind of love, one that begins with an eye lock and progresses with shy smiles. I know, very old-school types, but that's the thing that makes my heart flutter. To be with someone and know that's your person, to wake up in the middle of the night and find them eating ice cream on the kitchen island, to shake your head in disappointment at them but steal their spoon and eat from the same tub. I always wanted it simple, easy, gentle, and kind.