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A morning quickie with Wyatt may make Bri late for work, but it also has her feeling adventurous. Still, will she be brave enough to make a move when Lorenza walks in?

When Sabrina moves above an Irish pub, she finds it hard to study. And the pub owner, Killian, makes it even more difficult. But when she goes downstairs for a drink one night, she begins to find him more charming than distracting.

After weeks of hearing her neighbor through the wall, Tara finally comes face to face with Jackson—an artist who both annoys and intrigues her. After a tension-filled first meeting on the fire escape, they have a night to remember back in her apartment.

Normally, Harper would weather bad PR by lying low at home with her cats. But when a photo surfaces of her kissing Logan at the SNL after-party, he persuades her to shake it off with a workout instead. Logan books a private penthouse gym in his apartment building, and what begins as a way of blowing off steam soon escalates into something far hotter.

After a breaking up with her famous musician boyfriend, Harper is ready to shed her glittery LA life for something a little grittier, so she packs up her broken heart and moves to New York. She’s keeping busy pouring all her energy into training for an upcoming movie role. But when her friend, an SNL cast member, invites her to the after party she can’t resist the idea of putting on something a little sparkly. Outside the party she has a surprise run in with Logan Miller, the surprisingly charismatic host and super-star football player. She’s usually into brooding artist types, but his easy humor and jock-ish charm catches Harper off guard. And when they share a very thrilling, and very public kiss at the party, she can’t help but want to take him home.

Tara hasn’t seen Jackson since their dinner date. Then one night, she hears him having a party through the wall. At first, she’s annoyed that he’s disrupting her peace without even inviting her, but the irritation quickly softens into something sweeter…

Everyone keeps telling Katie to stay away from Jesse, a local who's rough around the edges. But she can't help but want to get to know him for herself.

The strange connection between Helena and Nicholas continues to grow. Besides Helena’s dreams about Nicholas, he seems to sense when she’s in danger. When she’s lost her way in the forest, he’s there to help her. But when they get back to her apartment, the truth begins to come out.

When Sparrow meets Patrick in her favorite bookshop, they get off to a less than ideal start. When she returns a few days later to find him reading a poem at an open mic night, she's taken, and when she finds out it's about her, all bets are off.

After Elizabeth’s dramatic departure from the Ainsworths' party, her parents are eager to smooth over her relationship with Oliver. It’s arranged that he’ll come visit the Everly Estate, and Elizabeth agrees to entertain his courtship. But when Ewan shows up, Elizabeth finds it hard to be on her best behavior.

Helena gets a tarot reading in the hopes of gaining clarity on Nicholas’s behavior, but she leaves more perplexed than before. She feels more confused than ever about who...or what...Nicholas really is. And when he invites her over to his place for a date, she finally gets the chance to ask him outright.

Ronan didn't need to be on the farm anymore, and Mia isn't sure she even wants him there... She's caught somewhere between wanting him to leave and needing him to stay.

Professor Whitlock has a reputation for being difficult and strange. So when Helena starts working with him, she’s surprised to discover how charming he is. As they spend more time together, she feels an almost supernatural pull toward him, and wonders if he feels it too.

When Katie heads over to Jesse’s cabin she isn’t expecting a storm. But the rain comes down hard and she’s soaked by the time she’s at his doorstep. He brings her inside and finds lots of ways to keep her warm.

When Jackson asks Tara to meet him at one of the hottest restaurants in New York City, she starts to get a better sense of the community he's surrounded by. And tonight, there's much more on the menu than just dinner.

After their hookup at the reunion, Savannah and Cole take a walk down memory lane, revisiting places from their past and exploring the spark that’s growing between them.

Aviva takes Dave shopping, and it's not what he expected. She leads him to the dressing room, and he gets down on his knees. Dave tries to keep her quiet, but Aviva's never been one to hold it in.

I wasn’t looking for a surf lesson. But when Skye asked me to paddle out I couldn’t say no. I’d been looking for a way to clear my head after my breakup and his smile was infectious.

I’m so used to the gang of guys, all that banter, the buzzing razors. It’s strange in here when it’s empty, I wonder if it will feel different between us? I usually play it a bit coy, but it’s low stakes when there are lots of people round.

Olive gets mad when Gerard disagrees with her ideas for the home renovation. But when he surprises her with a peace offering, she starts to see him in a whole new light.

When nerves threaten to derail Jane's big lecture at Cambridge, her boyfriend James surprises her with a visit to the library. As she practices her presentation, his flirtatious distractions escalate into a spicy encounter amidst the bookshelves. James pushes Jane to focus through the pleasure, helping her find her confidence and release.

Savannah is back home in the city, but she finds herself missing Cole much more than she expected. So when he calls and says he has a surprise for her, she can’t wait to find out what it is.

I take the first driving shift up to the hot springs. The roads are slick with snow, but I feel calm with Gabe sitting shotgun. I wasn’t expecting him to be so—actually, I don’t know what I was expecting.

We talked for what felt like hours as the bonfire burned in the distance. He must’ve been a lot younger than me, but he drew me in, wrapping me in his stories.

Every so often, you have one of those nights you just can't make up. When you meet someone amazing, or decide to just go with the flow and it all works out. The memory instantly becomes larger than life, and in the moment—all you can do is savor it. That's how I felt when I met Ellie.

First time hitting the slopes in two years: check. First time flirting with a stranger in at least 3 months: check. First hookup on a mountain: check.

I drift between waking and sleep, searching for you in my dream, then finding you solid, real, and naked beside me in bed..

When a huge earthquake hits Mexico City, Jessica and Santiago bond quickly. When it's time for Jessica to fly back home, she realizes she wants to make a bold move.

I should've just splurged for my own ride home. We haven't even gotten out of midtown yet. I catch a whiff of him before I see him get into the car, like a luxury candle I'd buy at Barney’s and then return out of guilt.

We've been sitting in total darkness for over an hour. Maybe I’m building him up in my mind since I haven’t had a real look at him in such a long time, but I had to stop myself from staring in the couple seconds we were together before the lights went out.

Maybe an hour into the flight I grab the blanket under me and start spreading it out. Trying to be casual about it. I slowly reach to move his arm towards me, and rest it on my thigh.

Everything about it felt new. The feel of his beard on my face, his longish hair in my hands. The taste of his mouth. Reckless. Strange. Fun. Intimate.

A writers' retreat was the perfect antidote to my post-breakup restlessness: hours of silence, endless nature, and an anonymous love note pinned to my door.

After the first day of class, she asked me to call her by her first name instead of "professor". Something about the way she smiled at me, using just her eyes, made me feel like she wanted me to wonder about her.

I look at myself with the curiosity and distance of a stranger. Running my hands down my body, I picture Charlie wrapping his arms around me.

It's after midnight and I'm one of the few stragglers still at the library. I get jolted out of a daydream by...Matt. So I'm not the only one here on a Friday night.

My old roommate Caroline was always a mystery to me. When I moved out, I thought I’d never get the chance to figure her out. But New York heatwaves have a funny way of bringing people back together.

I’ve been checking him out for weeks, and tonight he’s the only other person to show up for our group run. We push each other, farther, faster, and when the run is over, I know I'm not ready to say goodbye.

I love seeing you in your element -- holding court with our group of friends. But all I can think about is getting you alone again.

Mornings at the dog park are my favorite time, there’s an unspoken rule that there’s no talking before coffee. But this dog’s cute owner has me rethinking that…

He starts playfully walking his fingers up and down my arm. I want to take my hands off the keys, but I’m already addicted to this game. He tilts his head to whisper in my ear, his dark stubble brushing up against my neck.

My friends had weighed in so much on my last relationship, it felt easier to keep things with Nick to myself. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but slowly he became my fun little secret.

When Leo invited me to the book signing, I was scared to commit. Like my 'yes' might set something in motion between us I couldn’t stop. But I found myself walking between the shelves that night, the familiar smell of crisp hardcovers and old wood floors washing over me.

When she told me she didn’t want to sleep together on the first date, I was surprised. But if she wanted to wait…I could wait. I’d do whatever she asked.

Without someone there to translate for us, we can barely speak. Good thing eye fucking is kind of an international language.

After five days of hiking solo, a group catches up to me on the trail. They're all fun, but I can't take my eyes off of Jules across the campfire. He's older, and sexy, and I can't really focus on anything else.

I crushed on Leah so hard in high school, but it wasn’t until we both moved to New York years later that we ended up falling in love. People say marriage can mess with your sex life, but trying for a baby has set us on fire.

Every once in a while I’ll sneak a glance back at him. He’s watching me, rapt, through the phone screen.

I said I'd shoot his headshots as a favor to a friend. But I'm thinking I need to re-evaluate my generosity. He walks into my studio in blue jeans, scuffed white sneakers, and a black v-neck. Ok, he’s pretty. And once I have him in front of the lens, I'm flooded with memories.