The Devil You Know (The Grumpy Devils, #3)

by Elizabeth O'Roark

Instead, she simply tells me my room is ready. I will, apparently, not need to share a bed or somehow accidentally brush up against his erection. It feels a little anti-climactic if I’m being honest.

We talk about our interests. Mine include long walks at sunset, which is something I plan to like in the future, and work. His include fantasy football, “dank memes” and Xbox. Our love was written in the stars.