One mind-blowing night with a hot guy I picked up at the bar. That’s all it was supposed to be.
I’ve vowed to live with no regrets. I won’t let life pass me by. Because I know exactly how easily it can all be snatched away.
So with our explosive chemistry in bed and easy camaraderie out of it, Mason and I both agree: There’s no harm in having a little more fun.
After all, we both know what this is. Neither of us are looking for anything serious. I’m just keeping my promise to live life to the fullest.
But the more time I spend with Mason, the more I begin to realize something.
I haven’t been living.
I’ve been running.
Because I’ve known loss before. Agonizing loss. And I can’t risk opening my heart again.
Especially not for a man who thinks this is all just fun and games.