Tessa's POV
Ian was acting suspicious.
Which, to be fair, wasn't new. But this time? I could tell he was up to something.
"Just a little longer," he murmured behind me, his warm hands firm over my eyes, guiding me carefully through the soft grass.
I giggled, kicking at his heels on purpose. "Ian, if you let me fall, I swear I will haunt you."
He chuckled. "Oh, scary. What's a little ghost Tessa gonna do? Steal my glasses and trip me in my sleep?"
I gasped dramatically. "How dare you? These glasses are a personality trait, thank you very much."
It was true. They were oversized, a little too round for my face, with a thin gold frame—and they made me look smart as hell.
Which was important, considering I had the worst taste in men before Ian.
Lucas, my cheating, lying, fake Rolex-wea
