Two years ago, both of my parents died in a tragic car accident. I've spent that time just trying to keep my head above water. This move to Chicago, it's a whole new beginning for me. I've bought a fantastic condo with spectacular views of Lake Michigan, I'm starting a grad program at Northwestern, and I'll be able to see my godfather, Dominic, as often as I'd like. Since the death of my parents, he's swooped in and taken care of everything, including me. Without him, I would be lost.
What I don't expect is my sexy new neighbor.
From the first moment our eyes collide, I'm completely enthralled. I've never seen a man so stunningly handsome. No one has ever set my pulse racing the way he does. Especially when he's pinning me in place with those dark, espresso-colored eyes.
I tell myself that it's nothing more than a harmless crush. After two long years of being steeped in grief, it feels amazing to have all this lust and longing rush through every cell of my body.
Except... somehow it morphs into way more than that.
Suddenly I'm having this intensely sexual relationship with a man I barely know. A man who refuses to reveal anything about himself, which I know is a red flag.
Before I realize it, everything is spiraling out of control. There are two men who want more from me.
One whom I already love and another who makes me feel more alive than I've ever felt in my life.
But choices have to be made and there are consequences to every decision.
What I don't realize until it's too late, is that all is not as it seems with either of them.