MY WILD OBSESSION
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After a long day of questionable decisions and a flight that left me feeling wrung out, I’m back home with Snow—my dramatic, blue-eyed cat who is currently judging my entire existence.
I’m officially over it, over the stress, over the subpar hook-ups, and over the fact that no man seems to know what he’s doing.
The final straw? An empty fridge.
I drag my exhausted self to the supermarket with Snow perched in my arms like a fluffy marshmallow. While reaching for pasta sauce, my grip slips, but before the jar can shatter, a pair of large, capable hands snatches it out of the air.
He’s got that bad boy attractive vibe, messy hair, and eyes that seem to read my mind. Even Snow, who usually