Jennifer's POV
The loud crash of a door being kicked open startles me, and my breath catches when I see him—the guy from earlier. The same man who saved me before.
He’s habitually rescuing me, and I don’t know his name. I'll call him My Knight. The name suits him more than anything. He’s saved me twice now and is ridiculously handsome—like he just walked out of one of my dark romance novels.
I’m a book girlie, and seeing someone as gorgeous as him does things to my insides. He’s done exactly what my book heroes do for their leading ladies—saved me from danger. While I hate feeling like a damsel in distress, something about him stepping in makes it... bearable. Maybe even thrilling.
His touch is always gentle, leaving a lingering heat on my skin. Ever since that first encounter, I’ve ha
