I Knead You Tonight

I hate Drew Woods, and she hates me.

Even so, I'm not the cold jerk most make me out to be, and I have no problem moving the single mom and her baby into my home. I do, however, draw a line when it comes to acting on the way her loose lips make me feel.

Alive.

She's too mouthy, too prying, and her curves are way too distracting.

I might have lost my way after a nearly fatal car accident, but I'm not stupid. Giving in to Drew would be a short-lived fix for this pain I'm saddled with, and I knead something permanent.

I'd be insane to think what we have could be anything other than temporary...right?