I’ve lived a life of privilege and expectation. My plans were set out for me by my parents so I never really thought about my own life, until I was forced to make those decisions. With my parents gone and my brother and I on our own, I’m forced to make the hard decisions and that’s how I ended up rooming with my best friend’s boyfriend's grumpy and troubled older brother, Riley. I should be grateful for a roof over my head, but instead, I’m trying to hide my flirty glances at his cute behind, trying to muffle my moans late at night when I think of him sleeping so close, and I start to wonder if this situation is better than being homeless. To make matters worse, I managed to get a job working in the bar downstairs with Riley. He is always there and getting more tempting each day and I just don’t know how long I can hold out and keep things friendly. I’ve had countless hook-ups over the years but each day I spend with Riley, as he shows me that I can be strong and independent, as he constantly tests me, as he teaches me to fight for myself, he is proving that he is more than any hook-up. But am I more to him?