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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?

Florence needs some help on her vineyard. That’s where Tim comes in. At first, she doesn’t like his attitude, but after they bump heads, the temperature between them gets turned way up...

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.

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.

I’m so used to the gang of guys, all that banter, the buzzing razors. It’s strange in here when it’s empty, I wonder if it will feel different between us? I usually play it a bit coy, but it’s low stakes when there are lots of people round.

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.

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.

Finally ready to share her poetry at the local open mic, Sparrow has no idea Patrick has slipped into the audience. But when they connect after the reading, he shows her how much he liked what he heard.

Alan and Jessa used to be close. But when a series of promotions goes to his head, the friendship between them calcifies into competition. A weekend away with their company turns up the tension, until it finally bubbles over in the wine cellar.

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.

When Katie runs into Jesse at the Fourth of July fair in town, she has to play it cool—nobody in her family knows that they're spending time together. When they make a quick escape to his truck, Katie's adrenaline is going, and she can't resist him.

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.

Jonathon and I had promised each other we'd keep it professional. But when we were in a room together, the tension felt so palpable, sometimes I swore our colleagues could feel it. And when he started texting me during a meeting, I just couldn't resist.

Olive tries to resist seeing Gerard again. But when her house floods, she has no choice but to call him...

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.

When Jackson asks Tara to meet him at one of the hottest restaurants in New York City, she starts to get a better sense of the community he's surrounded by. And tonight, there's much more on the menu than just dinner.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

I’ve never done anything like this before. 24 hours ago he was just my coworker, but now I’m standing in my pajamas outside his hotel door.

We skirt the orchards, chatting as we get to the edge of the forest by way of the farm's greenhouse. Isabel walks into the shade, and I lose sight of her as I wait for my eyes to adjust. I pat the dried mushrooms in my pocket, working up the nerve to ask if she wants to take them.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

I'd seen William in movies, but in person he was even more captivating. So when he gave me a ticket to his show, I didn’t ask for a second one. I didn’t tell him I had a boyfriend…I didn't want him to know.

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.

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.

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

Mornings at the dog park are my favorite time, there’s an unspoken rule that there’s no talking before coffee. But this dog’s cute owner has me rethinking that…

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.

I always knew Nat would make it big. She had that star power from the start. Or at least she had a power over me.

After five days of hiking solo, a group catches up to me on the trail. They're all fun, but I can't take my eyes off of Jules across the campfire. He's older, and sexy, and I can't really focus on anything else.

He got security to put me in the front row right up against the metal barrier. I've always been turned on by music, pretending I'm the women in the songs I listen to. It's one of the reasons why I can't help but relive that night at Bonnaroo over and over, even in bed with someone else.

Danny was always Margot’s biggest fan. When they reconnect over email he finally gets the chance to be with his favorite riot girl IRL.

My friends had weighed in so much on my last relationship, it felt easier to keep things with Nick to myself. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but slowly he became my fun little secret.

It's after midnight and I'm one of the few stragglers still at the library. I get jolted out of a daydream by...Matt. So I'm not the only one here on a Friday night.