Tin Roof Sunday

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>At first glance Sawyer Tolland is a bad boy if ever there was one.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Trouble with a capital T.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I've had my fair share of trouble to last a lifetime. It's the reason I'm in Creek Valley.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> Everywhere I go Sawyer shows up his brooding expression constantly analyzing me. He thinks he knows me can read me can see past the mask I wear. Not that he'll ever find out what I'm hiding. My past is locked up tightly in a box without a key.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> Under the grumpy exterior hides a complicated man and I'm having trouble reconciling his many sides. Because the man beneath his facade is a man I could use in my corner the only one who holds the key to unlocking my secrets.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> If only I was a girl who had something more to offer than the scars of a horrible past.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> Because when he sees those he won't like them.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> Even if it's him who thinks he isn't good enough for me. </span></p>