I was supposed to die on that stormy night. Instead, I met Asher Roth.
In a life that was basically one shitty turn of events after another, I'd never encountered someone quite like him; the sweet, dorky, bowtie wearing dentist who thought I could be more than the homeless teenager huddled on that sidewalk in a snowstorm.
How do you not fall in love with someone like that?
For three years now, I've haunted his dental practice at night, cleaning the same spaces where he spends his days and fantasizing about the day we'd come face to face again.
It never occurred to me that fate would bring us together twice, or that he wouldn't recognize me when it did.
Contains mature themes.
