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?
Note: This is a standalone story.