Poppy was clearly the best match maker, because those bagels looked good enough to eat...which is exactly what she planned on doing. That was, of course, after she got her encounter with the really hot internet guy off her chest. He was still attractive, and she found herself scrolling through his instagram, with her fingers and mouth still aching to touch and bite him.
It was a problem.
“His name is Eros, although he goes by Declan? I mean, I guess I can see why you’d go Scottish Romance hero instead of Greek god of sex. Still a lot of expectations, but a lot less pressure,” she said shrugging her shoulders. She didn’t know how to explain the whole strange situation, but she took Poppy’s hands in hers. “I need to sit down.” She paused before adding, “maybe changing is an excellent idea.”