The guy next door looks like heaven and smells like sin.
When I abandoned everything to move to this tiny apartment in the city, I thought I'd be dealing with rats and barely making rent.
I didn't expect my neighbor to be a walking temptation.
Keeping a wall between us should have been enough...
Until he came to my first show.
He protected me from a creep. He swept me into his arms for a dance.
I landed in his bed.
Now the walls aren't enough, nothing can keep us apart...
Except the reason why he's living next door to me in the first place.
Will the truth bring us closer or tear us apart?