Zach
Your words are your testimony, and I"ve become a believer.
I didn"t think it was possible, but your inner beauty has surpassed your outer.
Where you go, I want to follow.
I crumpled the piece of paper into a ball and tossed it across my office where it landed with a satisfying swish into the wastepaper basket. My words weren’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough.
One magical night spent in my arms wasn’t enough to persuade the ever-cautious Poppy to give me a real shot. We’d spent a few perfect hours in my bed doing everything but making love, and now I was a believer.
I’d gone and done the stupidest thing I could think of, I’d fallen for her—a student, a woman who’d claimed to have sworn off men—and a single mom. I knew nothing about parenting, knew nothing about the commitme
