About this book
The Goth neighbor is "coming" to save his day with a malfunction.
Logan swore off Friday nights out. No more clubs, no more designated-driving his younger friends home at three a.m., no more mornings he'd rather forget. Tonight, it's just him, his couch, and a sushi delivery.
Then the goth girl from down the hall shows up with a broken wine opener, a cheap bottle of red, and zero intention of leaving.
Raven is ink, piercings, and a posh voice that doesn't match a single thing about her — except maybe the confidence. One shared bottle turns into a conversation that reminds Logan why he wanted a real connection in the first place.
But this is smut.
