Fluffed and Folded
Eli didn’t want to notice his bombshell landlord. He was busy fixing his teeth, fixing his life. Their paths crossed only during one of her many trips to their shared laundry room. Stuck up and pretentious, the center of everyone’s attraction, he was certain the feeling was mutual and she wanted nothing to do with him. Until he woke to find her in his apartment in the middle of the night, furiously rifling his cupboards.
Darby felt oblivious to Eli’s attention. In fact she didn’t even know his name. She wanted nothing more than the peace and serenity of her life, because she’d certainly paid a high enough price for it. She didn’t remember breaking into Eli’s apartment, just like she didn’t remember all those trips to the laundry room. It wasn’t that she enjoyed washing clothes, but what else was she supposed to do with all the blood?
The last thing Eli wanted was to become someone’s keeper, especially not when his life was finally coming together, but Darby was more than alone, she was vulnerable. When a crisis put her in danger, he decided to be her friend. What was the worst that could happen? Murder, maybe. But certainly not love.
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