His
Returning to Eve’s POV for the rest of the story.
God he was handsome, he had the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen. His salt and pepper curls cut short and neat, it was like he stepped out of a romance novel. But I didn’t recognize him, and I didn’t know if I was happy or sad about that. A part of me loved the idea of this romance Sarah had told me about, but then… I wasn’t that woman, I was me, Eden. I lived in a small apartment in Pennsylvania and I worked in a cafe in between writing. I had got so lucky that my local newspaper did a feature on me which was picked up by a publisher and now, here I was touring the country signing copies of my book. I wasn’t the woman who fell in love