Angel’s POV

The gentleman I met a few weeks ago has been consistently showing up at the house bearing gifts and helping around the house. Yesterday he fixed a broken pipe that took two plumbers' difficulties but he did it in under minutes. Elle likes him around but my preference doesn’t matter. He’s strange, incredibly cute and male in every sense of the word he smells like trouble and when he stares at me my whole word melts like a whiff of cream. His scent smells familiar. I don’t know why and how but it feels I’ve known him before somewhere, or someplace but still it doesn’t write off how...