More Like A Spark of Jealousy

When Sabrina moves above an Irish pub, she finds it hard to study. And the pub owner, Killian, makes it even more difficult. But when she goes downstairs for a drink one night, she begins to find him more charming than distracting.

In high school, Savannah and Cole were voted “most likely to get married.” But she never imagined they’d actually be together. So when they run into one another at their reunion, she’s surprised to find there’s a spark between them after all.

When Katie heads over to Jesse’s cabin she isn’t expecting a storm. But the rain comes down hard and she’s soaked by the time she’s at his doorstep. He brings her inside and finds lots of ways to keep her warm.

After their hookup at the reunion, Savannah and Cole take a walk down memory lane, revisiting places from their past and exploring the spark that’s growing between them.

Moving across the country isn’t exactly easy, so when Josie connected me with Leo I was honestly just relieved to know someone there. But when a rainstorm stranded me at his place, I started seeing him as more than a friend...

When Helena asks Nicholas to bite her, she learns that it will make them “blood bonded.” Still, she’s intrigued. Nicholas insists on making the occasion special and sets up a ceremony under the light of the full moon.

Savannah is back home in the city, but she finds herself missing Cole much more than she expected. So when he calls and says he has a surprise for her, she can’t wait to find out what it is.

Now that you’re in his arms, Adam is ready to tell you his side of the story. He remembers everything, from the moment you met until that night you showed up on his doorstep. He always knew you were the one.

We’ve been so close for so long now. I’ve always thought of him as a friend. But now he's crashing on my couch. And we're reminiscing. And, oh man, am I falling for him?

Jack and Gia decided to take space when he moved across the pond for a photography residency. But when Gia visits him in London it’s clear that there’s still a romantic spark between them.

It’s been days since Sparrow last saw Patrick and she can’t stop thinking about him. But when a book of poetry shows up in her mailbox, it doesn’t occur to Sparrow that this might be Patrick’s way of reaching out… until he shows up at her door.

The strange connection between Helena and Nicholas continues to grow. Besides Helena’s dreams about Nicholas, he seems to sense when she’s in danger. When she’s lost her way in the forest, he’s there to help her. But when they get back to her apartment, the truth begins to come out.

Normally, Harper would weather bad PR by lying low at home with her cats. But when a photo surfaces of her kissing Logan at the SNL after-party, he persuades her to shake it off with a workout instead. Logan books a private penthouse gym in his apartment building, and what begins as a way of blowing off steam soon escalates into something far hotter.

After a breaking up with her famous musician boyfriend, Harper is ready to shed her glittery LA life for something a little grittier, so she packs up her broken heart and moves to New York. She’s keeping busy pouring all her energy into training for an upcoming movie role. But when her friend, an SNL cast member, invites her to the after party she can’t resist the idea of putting on something a little sparkly. Outside the party she has a surprise run in with Logan Miller, the surprisingly charismatic host and super-star football player. She’s usually into brooding artist types, but his easy humor and jock-ish charm catches Harper off guard. And when they share a very thrilling, and very public kiss at the party, she can’t help but want to take him home.

Tara hasn’t seen Jackson since their dinner date. Then one night, she hears him having a party through the wall. At first, she’s annoyed that he’s disrupting her peace without even inviting her, but the irritation quickly softens into something sweeter…

I knew what I should tell him. That I needed to leave this coffee shop. That we shouldn’t be seeing each other. But listening to him was like hearing my most secret thoughts recited back to me. So I kept my lips pressed tight and leaned closer.

Helena gets a tarot reading in the hopes of gaining clarity on Nicholas’s behavior, but she leaves more perplexed than before. She feels more confused than ever about who...or what...Nicholas really is. And when he invites her over to his place for a date, she finally gets the chance to ask him outright.

Nicholas and Helena are invited to a dinner party by Bancroft, an ancient and powerful vampire. He’s handsome and charming but often desires what Nicholas has. When he gets a little too close to Helena, Nicholas’ jealousy flares…

I drift between waking and sleep, searching for you in my dream, then finding you solid, real, and naked beside me in bed..

I said I'd shoot his headshots as a favor to a friend. But I'm thinking I need to re-evaluate my generosity. He walks into my studio in blue jeans, scuffed white sneakers, and a black v-neck. Ok, he’s pretty. And once I have him in front of the lens, I'm flooded with memories.

I crushed on Leah so hard in high school, but it wasn’t until we both moved to New York years later that we ended up falling in love. People say marriage can mess with your sex life, but trying for a baby has set us on fire.

No one looks good in a chef's hat and chef's whites. It's just a fact. But I guess this guy operates outside the rules? I try to focus on the pile of carrots in front of me, but it's not easy.

I love seeing you in your element -- holding court with our group of friends. But all I can think about is getting you alone again.

What if we…skipped our dinner plans? There’s something new I want to try with you and I can’t wait any longer.

Our lives are different since the baby came. But lately, somehow everything feels right. Since we have the day to ourselves, I want to do whatever makes you feel good.

What if I gave you a little early birthday gift? Hook up with someone when you go out tonight, if you're into it. The only rule? I want you to tell me every detail.

Remember when we talked about love languages for like, 3 hours? Well, since yours is obviously gifts, and I'm not going to get to see you for three months, I planned a little something.

Usually it's so quiet up here, but tonight the rooftops surrounding us are buzzing with people. I mentally calculate the chances of someone spotting us if I were to make out with Marcus right now, or reach into his shorts.

I’d been feeling some pain during sex with David. I was planning to find a solve, but he jumped in first, surprising me with the perfect solution.

It’s been a long trip, and we’re pretty close to getting to the hotel. I’m rubbing my hand up your thigh, and you swerve a bit as I slip my hand into the front of your jeans.

Every once in a while I’ll sneak a glance back at him. He’s watching me, rapt, through the phone screen.

I’ve been checking him out for weeks, and tonight he’s the only other person to show up for our group run. We push each other, farther, faster, and when the run is over, I know I'm not ready to say goodbye.

I take the first driving shift up to the hot springs. The roads are slick with snow, but I feel calm with Gabe sitting shotgun. I wasn’t expecting him to be so—actually, I don’t know what I was expecting.

He starts playfully walking his fingers up and down my arm. I want to take my hands off the keys, but I’m already addicted to this game. He tilts his head to whisper in my ear, his dark stubble brushing up against my neck.

The first road trip together as a couple can be a real deal breaker. But with Alex, I had to stop myself from saying those three little words before we even started the car.

It’s not weird for me to fall a little bit in love with a different stranger every day. My new hot neighbor, or a woman on the subway. But I have a soft spot for baristas. I think the fantasies are mostly fueled by caffeine. Except with Eli. Eli was real.

He reaches across the small space between us and takes my hand. I feel a pang in my stomach when I think of how little time we have left together. A few hours?

To have my hands on her again, a streak from the pottery wheel smudged on her thigh, is heaven. To see him after all these years, smelling like clay and old memories, brings it all right back.

When Leo invited me to the book signing, I was scared to commit. Like my 'yes' might set something in motion between us I couldn’t stop. But I found myself walking between the shelves that night, the familiar smell of crisp hardcovers and old wood floors washing over me.

Just want you to know, I’ve been thinking about you. All day. Can’t believe I’ll see you tonight. Ten days is too long.

I walked you to the door, but we only shared a hug goodbye. When I got home I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to call you, text you. I felt like I’d missed a turn I wanted to take.

I liked the quiet routine of our Sundays. But our mornings weren't just coffee and reading the newspaper. Sometimes Ellie would wake up early and surprise me with me some new rituals...

When Jordan's flight gets canceled the night before Thanksgiving, he heads back to his apartment for a night of TV and takeout. But his roommate Ines has a better idea...

Ever since we broke up, my dreams have erupted into color. I wake every morning reeling from strange fantasies. Sometimes I’m not sure exactly what is real and what’s not: sights, sensations, these feelings for Cam.

The crowd at Julie’s party is overwhelming. But I’m really vibing with this personal chef she hired. I work up the nerve to invite him over to cook at home with me next week.

When a huge earthquake hits Mexico City, Jessica and Santiago bond quickly. When it's time for Jessica to fly back home, she realizes she wants to make a bold move.

I switch on the table lamp, stand back. Too bright? No, it looks better. She’ll be home any second, and I’ll be sitting here on the sofa on my phone. I’ll look up slowly when she walks in, as if I haven’t been waiting for her.

After the first day of class, she asked me to call her by her first name instead of "professor". Something about the way she smiled at me, using just her eyes, made me feel like she wanted me to wonder about her.

The van's a little rickety, but I think we'll make it to Moher. Even if we breakdown somewhere in the Irish countryside, we’ll still have fun. That’s why I love him, everything’s an adventure.

A writers' retreat was the perfect antidote to my post-breakup restlessness: hours of silence, endless nature, and an anonymous love note pinned to my door.