He was ridiculously gorgeous, even with bed-head--maybe because of it. It made her sick--like violently, ill.
He could at least be polite and have some scars, a third nipple, or a low-hanging ear on the side of his head.
But no. He was perfect and adorable and in her bed. And, oh yeah, she felt like punching the shit out of him.

Autore: Daniel Marks