I exit my apartment and walk next door. My knuckles vibrate with how hard I knock. In fact, my fist is still moving as the door opens, and I’m greeted by the devilishly handsome smile of the man who lives next door. Jake Moreau. “Hey, Lacey. Want to come in for a drink?” His grin is panty-melting for sure. I’ve lived next door to him for a while, and his attractiveness hasn’t gone unnoticed. Lean yet muscular build, swoonworthy eyes the color of chocolate, and the perfect angle of his jaw, which is rugged and pretty, all at the same time.
