Adorably dysfunctional twenty-something seeks handsome veterinarian. Serious offers only.

— R.S. Grey

- Do you want to know why I followed you into that funeral parlor?- You said you followed me on a whim.- That's the truth, but there's more to it. I was parking at the gas station across the street and I saw you get out of your car. I didn't think much of it until you paused on your way inside the shop. You tilted your head toward the sun and closed your eyes, like a prisoner stepping outside after years of being locked away. It seemed so odd. No one just stops and appreciates life like that, but you did. I could see your smile from across the street and I couldn't look away. I knew at that moment that I was completely uninterested in pursuing a life in with I didn't cross that street and meet you

— R.S. Grey

- Do you want to know why I followed you into that funeral parlor?- You said you followed me on a whim.- That's the truth, but there's more to it. I was parking at the gas station across the street and I saw you get out of your car. I didn't think much of it until you pause non your way inside the shop. You tilted your head toward the sun and closed your eyes, like a prisoner stepping outside after years of being locked away. It seemed so odd. No one just stops and appreciates life like that, but you did. I could see your smile from across the street and I couldn't look away. I knew at that moment that I was completely uninterested in pursuing a life in with I didn't cross that street and meet you.

— R.S. Grey

He leans forward and presses a kiss to my cheek. It's so romantic and soft. I want to capture it in a mason jar and preserve it for later.

— R.S. Grey

He seemed like the type that kept people at arm's length, maybe out of arrogance or maybe from personal choice-either way, I wanted to know him so that those eyes were narrowed and focused solely on me.

— R.S. Grey

I didn't plan to be this dysfunctional at 27, but dysfunctionality has a way of creeping up on you. One second, you're 22, wrapping up your undergraduate degree from a top business school, and then suddenly, you're sitting alone in your car at 27, wondering how five years slipped through your fingers without so much as a blink.

— R.S. Grey