My Soulmate Counter Chose His Roommate
Language: en
I’ve always been able to see the exact number of times I will ever lay eyes on a person. For strangers passing on the sidewalk, it’s almost always a "1". For Declan, the boy who grew up next door, the number floating above his messy dark hair was "31,441". Because of that astronomical number, I spent the better part of nineteen years treating him like my husband-in-training. I wrote ridiculous boyfriend rules for him to memorize, policed his late nights, and made sure he stayed on the straight and narrow. Declan always rolled his eyes, constantly threatening to set me up with someone else…