ARIA;

I was still tasting the bitterness of my divorce when I saw him again.

Damon.

My ex-husband’s older brother. The one man I was never supposed to want. The one who had always looked at me like I was a secret he was dying to keep.

It had been six months since the papers were signed. Six months since Marcus and I had finally admitted we were better apart than together. The divorce was clean on paper, but messy in my chest — nights spent wondering if I’d ever feel truly wanted again. My vibrator had become my best friend, but it wasn’t enough. I needed hands. Teeth. A...