Pretend I'm Yours

Heartbroken, destroyed, and on the edge of despair. Thats how I felt for two years after my wife died, leaving me all alone with our baby. I sucked it up and kept going for my little girl but I wasnt living. I was only existing. Then I met Larkin, my gorgeous blonde neighbor. Shes got curves that my hands ache to hold, and toffee-colored eyes that beg me to do unspeakable things to her. I dont wan...