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....