When your past catches up with you, where do you run? Four years ago, I walked into a bustling bar with my besties. On the very same day, I met the love of my life. Tiffany Page. A woman with a fiery spirit and a gentle heart. Her whimsical voice and sweet laughter ignite a fire deep in my bones. In the blink of an eye, Tiffany arrests my soul and holds it captive. And I never want her to release it. From the very beginning, my relationship with Liz Warren was a firestorm. Hot. Intense. Unrelenting. I never imagined being loved the way Liz loves me. Smoldering and sweet. Fierce and gentle. Blazing and heartfelt. Her love fulfills me. Her love incomparable. The only real love I've ever known. I wish I could tell Liz all my secrets. Wish I could shed my past. A past which is slowly catching up to me. When the love of your life proposes, exhilaration should course through your veins. When the love of your life proposes, you shouldn't be terrified of what happens next. But I am. An unwavering love. A closet of skeletons. A beloved devotion fighting to stay alive.