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She's a walking rom-com disaster with a stalker problem. He's a brooding, bedroom-eyed Chris Cornell lookalike who's way too good at rescuing her. Sparks fly. Clothes hit the floor. But between steamy nights and dangerous twists, can they turn this offbeat mess into a love song-or will their hearts crash harder than a guitar solo gone wrong? ???? You know that moment when your life is already a hot mess, and then you lock yourself out of your house-with your dog inside-because you're too busy spiraling over an email from your toxic ex? Yeah, that was me.
Cue Tomasz, my jogging, annoyingly handsome neighbour with an old school gentleman attitude that would melt anyone's knickers, who not only rescued my Yorkie but also stuck around to fix my lock and share a beer. Fast forward a bit: we keep bumping into each other (thanks to his sister and her equally chaotic dog), and before I know it, I'm saying yes to a date. He's sweet, respectful, and let's just say very distracting.
After two years of (almost) zero physical contact, I may have jumped the gun on taking things to the next level-but hey, no regrets. Except, of course, the part where life decided to remind us we're both carrying way too much baggage. My ex wasn't exactly thrilled with me moving on and went full stalker mode. Meanwhile, Tomasz's sketchy past started knocking on his door. Throw in a jealous misunderstanding, a random gorgeous woman, and threats involving dogs (who does that?!), and we were suddenly worlds apart.
I fled to Ireland for a breather-business trip, family visit, sanity restoration, the works-but let me tell you, trying to run from your problems while pretending not to miss your neighbour-turned-soulmate is not as relaxing as it sounds.
Cue Tomasz, my jogging, annoyingly handsome neighbour with an old school gentleman attitude that would melt anyone's knickers, who not only rescued my Yorkie but also stuck around to fix my lock and share a beer. Fast forward a bit: we keep bumping into each other (thanks to his sister and her equally chaotic dog), and before I know it, I'm saying yes to a date. He's sweet, respectful, and let's just say very distracting.
After two years of (almost) zero physical contact, I may have jumped the gun on taking things to the next level-but hey, no regrets. Except, of course, the part where life decided to remind us we're both carrying way too much baggage. My ex wasn't exactly thrilled with me moving on and went full stalker mode. Meanwhile, Tomasz's sketchy past started knocking on his door. Throw in a jealous misunderstanding, a random gorgeous woman, and threats involving dogs (who does that?!), and we were suddenly worlds apart.
I fled to Ireland for a breather-business trip, family visit, sanity restoration, the works-but let me tell you, trying to run from your problems while pretending not to miss your neighbour-turned-soulmate is not as relaxing as it sounds.
She's a walking rom-com disaster with a stalker problem. He's a brooding, bedroom-eyed Chris Cornell lookalike who's way too good at rescuing her. Sparks fly. Clothes hit the floor. But between steamy nights and dangerous twists, can they turn this offbeat mess into a love song-or will their hearts crash harder than a guitar solo gone wrong? ???? You know that moment when your life is already a hot mess, and then you lock yourself out of your house-with your dog inside-because you're too busy spiraling over an email from your toxic ex? Yeah, that was me.
Cue Tomasz, my jogging, annoyingly handsome neighbour with an old school gentleman attitude that would melt anyone's knickers, who not only rescued my Yorkie but also stuck around to fix my lock and share a beer. Fast forward a bit: we keep bumping into each other (thanks to his sister and her equally chaotic dog), and before I know it, I'm saying yes to a date. He's sweet, respectful, and let's just say very distracting.
After two years of (almost) zero physical contact, I may have jumped the gun on taking things to the next level-but hey, no regrets. Except, of course, the part where life decided to remind us we're both carrying way too much baggage. My ex wasn't exactly thrilled with me moving on and went full stalker mode. Meanwhile, Tomasz's sketchy past started knocking on his door. Throw in a jealous misunderstanding, a random gorgeous woman, and threats involving dogs (who does that?!), and we were suddenly worlds apart.
I fled to Ireland for a breather-business trip, family visit, sanity restoration, the works-but let me tell you, trying to run from your problems while pretending not to miss your neighbour-turned-soulmate is not as relaxing as it sounds.
Cue Tomasz, my jogging, annoyingly handsome neighbour with an old school gentleman attitude that would melt anyone's knickers, who not only rescued my Yorkie but also stuck around to fix my lock and share a beer. Fast forward a bit: we keep bumping into each other (thanks to his sister and her equally chaotic dog), and before I know it, I'm saying yes to a date. He's sweet, respectful, and let's just say very distracting.
After two years of (almost) zero physical contact, I may have jumped the gun on taking things to the next level-but hey, no regrets. Except, of course, the part where life decided to remind us we're both carrying way too much baggage. My ex wasn't exactly thrilled with me moving on and went full stalker mode. Meanwhile, Tomasz's sketchy past started knocking on his door. Throw in a jealous misunderstanding, a random gorgeous woman, and threats involving dogs (who does that?!), and we were suddenly worlds apart.
I fled to Ireland for a breather-business trip, family visit, sanity restoration, the works-but let me tell you, trying to run from your problems while pretending not to miss your neighbour-turned-soulmate is not as relaxing as it sounds.
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