Summary: love at first sight is all well and good if you believe in
that kind of thing; Calum realises he’s a massive cynic- until he meets her
Calum never used to believe in love at first sight. In fact, he
dismissed it as a pile of shit. A colossal, steaming pile
of shit designed to sell romantic comedies and cheesy Valentine’s day gifts and
false, unrealistic, unattainable promises.
But when she walked
in, shook his hand, smiled at him and introduced herself, he knew,
deep down, that he was somewhat screwed. And whenever her jumper slipped down
her shoulder as she moved and revealed an inch of her skin, or her scent of her
perfume drifted over in his direction, he realised he wasn’t screwed, but
fucked. Absolutely, utterly and royally fucked.