Her List

Amalia

My friends call me picky, while my mother thinks I’m going to end up an old spinster.

Me? I just think I have standards.

And these standards are all neatly laid out on a checklist, one I tick off after each first date.

Lately, I’ve decided it’s safer to have one-off encounters. No expectations, no lists. Just an exchange without a goodbye.

That was working out well until I met Axel Williamson. The only man I couldn’t make an unnoticed escape from. The only guy who seems to be checking off every item on my list, all within the first twenty-four hours.

And you know what they say about something that seems too good to be true…

Axel

I’ve always been the hit ʼem and quit ʼem kinda guy. I’m not ashamed of that. We all have needs. Mine are just… singular. A one-time-only type of thing.

I was fully prepared to send Amalia on her way, until I found the folded-up piece of paper that fell out of her coat pocket.

And her checklist for her ideal man fast became my latest challenge. I made it my mission to meet every standard she laid out in ink.

Why? Guess I was bored.

What I didn’t expect was how much I enjoyed spending time getting to know her. She was meant to fall in love with me, not the other way around.