POV: Florence
A couple of days had passed since that night at Killian's, and I still hadn't figured out how I felt about any of it.
Let's be real. Why would a man like him want me as his only anything? He could snap his fingers and have practically any woman in the city drop everything. Men like him didn't settle, and they sure as hell didn't settle for girls like me.
So why me? His best friend's little sister, of all the women in New York.
Was he losing his mind? Was I losing mine?
Because honestly, I was unraveling a little. Some rational part of my brain kept insisting I should've shut the whole thing down before it went any further. But another part, quieter and infinitely more stubborn, wasn't sure I actually wanted to. That part scared me more than anything he'd ever said or don
