A couple of 22 year old girls get picked up by a man after a night out. He's friendly, kind. He takes a liking to one of them. June. They exchange numbers and start going out. Little does June know what she has gotten herself into. Corruption, deception, lies, the start of a strained friendship.

Allie has lived next door to Jon for as long as she can remember. He's always been just... there, the quiet house beyond the fence line, the man who keeps to himself, the one who never quite joins the rest of the world. Now she's freshly twenty-one, and everything feels different. He's thirty-five, a retired actor who left Hollywood behind for a quieter life, and he still doesn't belong to anyone, or at least that's what he seems to want people to believe. But distance has a way of changing shape when you've spent years growing up just out of reach of someone.

(This is not a fanfic) There are secrets that burn more than fire. For me the secret has a first and last name, not to mention he shares drinks with my father in the living room. And obsessive attraction consumed in secret, where every touch is a betrayal and every confession is made in whispers.