My Soulmate Counter Chose His Roommate

Summary

I’ve always been able to see the exact number of times I will ever lay eyes on a person.

For strangers passing on the sidewalk, it’s almost always a "1". For Declan, the boy who grew up next door, the number floating above his messy dark hair was "31,441".

Because of that astronomical number, I spent the better part of nineteen years treating him like my husband-in-training. I wrote ridiculous boyfriend rules for him to memorize, policed his late nights, and made sure he stayed on the straight and narrow.