Lake: So... I’m getting married. Just three minor details: my husband-to-be is technically also my step-brother, he’s straight, and we’re absolutely nowhere in the vicinity of being in love. Ryker: Only then comes the you-may-kiss-your-husband part. Turns out kissing your husband is a terrible idea because it makes you have strange thoughts you’ve never had before. Turns out kissing my husband makes me question everything I know about myself. Lake: It's fine. It doesn't have to mean anything. Just a blip on the radar. I'll leave it be. But then I find out I’m not the only one who’s having ideas because of that kiss. And we do something incredibly stupid and give in to temptation. Ryker: Again. And again. And again. Lake: Until something casual and temporary turns into something very different. Something unexpected. Something serious. Something terrifyingly real. Ryker: Now I'm determined to show Lake how good the two of us could be together. Because with him? Just a taste will never be enough.