I’m not getting myself entangled into another love situation.
Not again.
I’ve been hurt once.
My marriage ended in the worst possible way.
I moved into this new house to start afresh and focus only on my job.
And the last thing I need is a distraction.
Esme Smith, the girl next door seems to think otherwise.
Her intoxicating smile is everything that a guy could ever want and more.
Polite, as I was moving in.
Angry and rude, when I tried to talk to her.
Happy, as we drank and ate dinner.
S$xy, as we fell into bed together.
Vulnerable and afraid, as I rescued her from the fire.
And now she wants answers.
Maybe I want them too.
Am I about to fall in love again?