I haven't had a good night's sleep since my ex convinced everyone I was the problem.
That was a year ago. Now I teach fourth grade, avoid dating apps like the plague, and pretend I'm fine with my life getting smaller and smaller.
Then some random guy texts me at midnight. Wrong number.
I should ignore it. I definitely shouldn't reply. I absolutely shouldn't keep talking to him for weeks, trading voice notes like secrets, falling for a voice I've never seen a face to match.
He's funny. He's kind. He listens like I'm the only person in the world. And he has no idea who I am—which means I can finally be myself again.
We no names, no photos, no expectations. Just two lonely people finding each other in the dark.
Then he walks into my classroom on Valentine's Day.
Turns out the voice I've been falling asleep to belongs to a professional hockey player. One with millions of fans. One who's suddenly looking at me like I'm something he's been searching for.
The problem with falling for someone before you see their face? Eventually, the whole world sees yours too.
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For the trope
Wrong Number / Strangers to LoversSecret IdentityHe Falls FirstGrumpy/Stoic Hero x Warm HeroineSlow Burn
This was an amazingly well-written story about the terrifying highs and lows of falling in love with someone from the inside out. It was swoon-worthy and a delight. I highly recommend it and will be adding this author to my must read list.
This novel brought back memories of being less than I was. It teaches you not to do it alone. I don't be scared to ask for help. And it to love yourself and let someone love you.