Sloane's POV
This was my first time meeting Wane.
Strangely enough, he looked exactly like I'd imagined—short golden hair, piercing blue eyes, healthy sun-kissed skin, and that signature warm smile that seemed to light up his whole face.
His cropped blond hair sat on his perfect head like a soft, bristly carpet. When he ran, he moved with the vibrant energy of a professional footballer on the field—only Wane was even taller. Standing well over six feet tall, he cut an impressive figure with his broad shoulders, trim waist, and powerful legs.
Sunlight gleamed on his tanned skin as he moved. His football jersey fit snugly against his athletic frame, revealing well-defined biceps and a muscular build.
And when he wrapped me in his strong arms, holding me tightly against him, my heart pou
