Tumbled headlong in love with him.īedroom eyes. Drank warm beer, chilled with my big brother. Worked out what I wanted to do with my future. I got a job, grew up, and learned some harsh life lessons. Except I couldn’t, seeing as I’d messed up there too. The kind of misjudgement that had me waking in a cold sweat, wanting to catch the next flight back to my pampered college life in the US. She forgot to tell me anything about those. Before I travelled to the UK, she issued me plenty of warnings: don’t look the wrong way when crossing the road, the first floor was the second floor, and no one would know what I meant if I asked for ranch dressing at a restaurant.īut the perils of shy, beautiful men like Tristan Carter? Men with walking canes and hearing aids and those damned bedroom eyes, hidden behind a curtain of silky blond hair? Tropes: Ability challenged MC (cerebral palsy), bullyīedroom eyes, that’s the name my mom gave them.
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