Pretend I’m Yours
Heartbroken, destroyed, and on the edge of despair.
That’s how I felt for two years after my wife died, leaving me all alone with our baby.
I sucked it up and kept going for my little girl… but I wasn’t living. I was only existing.
Then I met Larkin, my gorgeous blonde neighbor. She’s got curves that my hands ache to hold, and toffee-colored eyes that beg me to do unspeakable things to her.
I don’t want to want her. I don’t want to look at her, and I definitely don’t want to long for her.
I want to avoid her.
Except… I can’t. Everywhere I go, everything I do, I am brought back to Larkin.
And when we finally cave, falling into bed together… It’s f**king explosive and passionate and deep. It feels as essential as breathing.
I’m starting to fall in love with Larkin… but it was never supposed to turn into this.
If I want a future with Larkin, I have to figure out how to let go of the past.
And nothing has ever felt so good and hurt so bad.
