It doesn’t matter that he’s single.
Or that he’s more God-Bod than Dad Bod.
Or that he’s got that whole rugged Scottish thing going on.
He’s off limits.
Gruff and complicated.
And he recently rearranged his life for a son he never knew he had.
The last thing he needs is a twenty three year old V-card holder lusting after him.
So if that’s the case, why does he look at me like he’s about to tear off my clothes