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.