We're two strangers on a train, knowing whatever we decide in the next moment might dictate our fate for the rest of our lives.
My plan: find a finely dressed businessman, have a one-night stand, and forget about my failed relationship.
Like a bad joke, my ex walks into the bar. That's when a gorgeous man wearing street clothes, messy hair, and the sexiest smile I've ever seen lays a kiss on me. It's meant to rile up my ex but leaves me breathless and wanting more instead.
Then he's gone.
So, I do what any rational person would. I chase after him onto the subway and embark on a wild night in New York City with a complete stranger.
No matter how much I fight it, this mysterious man painted his soul onto my skin. If it's not meant to be, why can't I forget about him?
