Chapter Three
Violet
As he left the house, I sagged down onto one of the stairs. What the hell had just happened? I felt like I'd been hit by a hurricane. Hurricane Milo. Jesus, that man was fit. Light brown close-cropped hair, stubble on his upper lip and chin, and swagger like a walking testosterone advert. I bet his muscles had muscles. When I first saw him, it felt like I'd known him my whole life and yet we'd never met before. I hit myself in the forehead. Don't be such a cliché, Violet.
I sighed. His arse in those beige shorts was like a juicy peach. He was so tall and stocky I was surprised he had to hit walls with a hammer and that they didn't just fall down with a punch of his arm. Just like that, a nickname for Milo came to me. The Incredible Hunk. I couldn't stop laughing, im
