Eighteen year old German-American Anastasia Cavanaugh's life has been desolate for as long as she can remember. Throughout her childhood, she tried time after time to make friends, but no one ever saw the lonely soul behind the mask.
She dreams of escaping to Germany with her mother, for a fresh start in life, but her overbearing father won't allow it, using his poor health as weapon against her and her mother, withholding them from freedom. As her teen years pass her by, her hope for love and friendship wanes, and her confidence fades... and that's when he came into her life.
Gerhard Köhler. A native German boy her age visiting his dying uncle, and aiding his grieving aunt, for a short time being.
On a walk one day, fate throws them together, and for the first time in her life, Anastasia feels seen. Her world shifts. She isn't too much, she isn't too little. He helps her learn German, encourages her to follow her dreams, nurtures her in every way.
She finally feels all the warmth and love she never had as a child. Suddenly all of the loneliness was worth it. As the days turn into weeks, and weeks into months, their friendship blossoms into something much more.
But the inevitable storm is blowing in. As Gerhard's uncle's health declines, and his aunt finds her strength, time strikes a dagger between them, tearing them from one another.
They've grown together, laughed together, fought for each other under the same sun, but Gerhard's life is in Germany, and Anastasia can't go... yet withheld by financial struggles and guilt.
They know nothing can keep them apart, even if physically absent. Because hearts know no miles, love knows no distance, and friendship knows no time.
But what if she's too late? What if he moves on? What if fate throws them to opposite edges of the world? What if time abandons them? Is Anastasia destined to continue walking upon the path of life alone? Or does happily ever after really exist?
I just close my eyes.
Feeling him. Smelling him. Just existing close to him.
My fingers clutch at his shirt, like it's the only thing keeping me from doing something reckless. Something completely, irrevocably stupid.
Like kissing my son's best friend.
And it feels so wrong. Oh God. So damn wrong.
But then-
His thumb shifts against my skin. A slow, lazy stroke.
And suddenly, it feels so right.
SO DAMN RIGHT.
I breathe in too sharply. Mistake.
He notices. Of course, he notices.
His grip on my hips tightens. "You always this tense?"
I force out a breath. "You always this annoying?"
Leo laughs under his breath. "Only when I'm right."
I tilt my head, and his eyes are already waiting for me-dark, unreadable, impossibly close.
His fingers brush just above my waist. Barely there, but enough. Enough to make me hyper-aware of how easy it'd be to-
"You wear this every night, don't you?"
It takes me half a second to register what he means.
The hoodie.
His hoodie.
***
💔 She never expected to fall for him.
🔥 He never stopped waiting for her.
🏡 But some love stories don't follow the rules.
Jenny Thompson moved to start fresh. A new neighborhood, a new home, a new beginning.
What she didn't expect? Leo Mitchell.
Her son's best friend.
Fifteen years younger.
And looking at her like she's something he's never stopped wanting.
She tells herself it's nothing.
She tells herself it can't happen.
But then-
💬 "I don't know how to stop wanting this."
🔥 "Then don't."
📖 A slow-burn, emotional age-gap romance about love, healing, and the risk of wanting more.
** Taboo. Age gap. Off-limits tension. A love that shouldn't exist-but try stopping it.**