You met Jason through a mutual friend of a friend. He’d been rough the way sandpaper was, edges a little rugged and uneven with a bit of awkwardness to him. But there was a charm: his crooked smile and scars, his interest in classical literature, his natural inclination towards manners when courting a woman.

He was big, broad, obviously worked out. But everyone had a toxic trait.

“You want to know a toxic trait of mine?” He arched a brow over coffee. “Won’t that be a turn off?”