What is wrong with him? I hate that he stares. I hate the feeling it gives me. It's unsettling... Blood rushes to my face... my head... It's... nauseating. And inconvenient. If he would just stop staring, I could get on with my life and my time here. So what if we've met before? He can continue to ignore me as he has been. I can do the same with no problem. None at all. I just... I want him to look away. I need him to. So I can breathe.

"𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈" 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 (𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐍𝐛𝐚 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐲)

He only offered silence and smooth turns. But somewhere between late-night pickups and quiet glances in the rearview, a young woman with big dreams finds herself falling for the last man anyone would expect.

Moving to the innercity of Jamaica is not something that any "country" girl is prepared for. Especially this feisty introvert. She had always been digusted by the "cruffs" who call themselves "badman". Hell, she's disgusted by men in general! "Nuh mix with dutty bungle", we always hear.... but I think we all know this: life doesn't always go exactly how we plan it.