I’ve always wondered why no one has ever stayed in this particular summer house.
I’ve always wondered why my friend insists that I clean the place when it stands empty.
I’ve always wondered who the handsome stranger in the painting is.
My life is a mess, but it seems like each time I look into the dreamy eyes of the man in the painting, everything seems to become better.
His dreamy blue-green eyes hold so many sinful promises that set my heart pounding and my skin tingling each time I look into them.
He’s the man of my dreams, but that’s just about it...because men like him don’t go inexperienced curvy virgin like me.
Despite my late night wishes and daydreams, I never thought I’d see him in real life.
I was ready to contend myself with dreams of him and one painting...until I open my eyes to his gorgeous turquoise ones.
This time, it isn’t a dream…
The clearly handsome older man, with steel peppered hair, and broad shoulders was here. With me.