More Like Way Out West

Now that you’re in his arms, Adam is ready to tell you his side of the story. He remembers everything, from the moment you met until that night you showed up on his doorstep. He always knew you were the one.

We’ve been so close for so long now. I’ve always thought of him as a friend. But now he's crashing on my couch. And we're reminiscing. And, oh man, am I falling for him?

Moving across the country isn’t exactly easy, so when Josie connected me with Leo I was honestly just relieved to know someone there. But when a rainstorm stranded me at his place, I started seeing him as more than a friend...

On a chilly London night, Gia stands outside Jack's apartment, nervous about their reunion after months apart. Inside, they catch up over wine, the tension between them obvious. Jack shares his latest photography project, including a portrait inspired by Gia. As they discuss his work, their attempt at staying casual crumbles. One touch leads to another, and soon they're tangled on the couch, rediscovering their connection. In the aftermath, Jack snaps a photo of them together - a new memory to add to his collection. But as the night winds down, they're left wondering if this is just a London fling or something more.

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.

In high school, Savannah and Cole were voted “most likely to get married.” But she never imagined they’d actually be together. So when they run into one another at their reunion, she’s surprised to find there’s a spark between them after all.

It’s been days since Sparrow last saw Patrick and she can’t stop thinking about him. But when a book of poetry shows up in her mailbox, it doesn’t occur to Sparrow that this might be Patrick’s way of reaching out… until he shows up at her door.

After a hard conversation with Dan, Sam hears a knock on the door—it's Pete. He wanted to check on her, and his thoughtfulness reveals a newfound intimacy between them...

Finally ready to share her poetry at the local open mic, Sparrow has no idea Patrick has slipped into the audience. But when they connect after the reading, he shows her how much he liked what he heard.

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.

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.

Olive tries to resist seeing Gerard again. But when her house floods, she has no choice but to call him...

At Jack's fellowship party, Gia gets a taste of his new London life. When Kirsten, a fellow artist, flirts with Jack, Gia's excitement turns to jealousy. Sensing the tension, Jack leads Gia to the back gallery for a private viewing. Surrounded by his work, the intensity of feeling between them crumbles any remaining restraint. Their spicy encounter leaves them breathless, but as the party continues outside, they must confront the reality of their rekindled connection. Gia thought she was ready to leave London behind, but one last night with Jack has her questioning everything.

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

No one looks good in a chef's hat and chef's whites. It's just a fact. But I guess this guy operates outside the rules? I try to focus on the pile of carrots in front of me, but it's not easy.

I walked you to the door, but we only shared a hug goodbye. When I got home I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to call you, text you. I felt like I’d missed a turn I wanted to take.

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.

It’s not weird for me to fall a little bit in love with a different stranger every day. My new hot neighbor, or a woman on the subway. But I have a soft spot for baristas. I think the fantasies are mostly fueled by caffeine. Except with Eli. Eli was real.

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.

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.

I switch on the table lamp, stand back. Too bright? No, it looks better. She’ll be home any second, and I’ll be sitting here on the sofa on my phone. I’ll look up slowly when she walks in, as if I haven’t been waiting for her.

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.

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.

What if we…skipped our dinner plans? There’s something new I want to try with you and I can’t wait any longer.

When Jordan's flight gets canceled the night before Thanksgiving, he heads back to his apartment for a night of TV and takeout. But his roommate Ines has a better idea...

I always knew Nat would make it big. She had that star power from the start. Or at least she had a power over me.

Our lives are different since the baby came. But lately, somehow everything feels right. Since we have the day to ourselves, I want to do whatever makes you feel good.

Remember when we talked about love languages for like, 3 hours? Well, since yours is obviously gifts, and I'm not going to get to see you for three months, I planned a little something.

I’d been feeling some pain during sex with David. I was planning to find a solve, but he jumped in first, surprising me with the perfect solution.

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.

It’s been a long trip, and we’re pretty close to getting to the hotel. I’m rubbing my hand up your thigh, and you swerve a bit as I slip my hand into the front of your jeans.

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

Usually it's so quiet up here, but tonight the rooftops surrounding us are buzzing with people. I mentally calculate the chances of someone spotting us if I were to make out with Marcus right now, or reach into his shorts.

Danny was always Margot’s biggest fan. When they reconnect over email he finally gets the chance to be with his favorite riot girl IRL.

The first road trip together as a couple can be a real deal breaker. But with Alex, I had to stop myself from saying those three little words before we even started the car.

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.

I'd seen William in movies, but in person he was even more captivating. So when he gave me a ticket to his show, I didn’t ask for a second one. I didn’t tell him I had a boyfriend…I didn't want him to know.

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…

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 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’ve never done anything like this before. 24 hours ago he was just my coworker, but now I’m standing in my pajamas outside his hotel door.

He got security to put me in the front row right up against the metal barrier. I've always been turned on by music, pretending I'm the women in the songs I listen to. It's one of the reasons why I can't help but relive that night at Bonnaroo over and over, even in bed with someone else.

Just want you to know, I’ve been thinking about you. All day. Can’t believe I’ll see you tonight. Ten days is too long.

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.

We skirt the orchards, chatting as we get to the edge of the forest by way of the farm's greenhouse. Isabel walks into the shade, and I lose sight of her as I wait for my eyes to adjust. I pat the dried mushrooms in my pocket, working up the nerve to ask if she wants to take them.

I tried to push away the memory of that night. But it felt impossible to focus on work with her desk right across from mine.

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.

I liked the quiet routine of our Sundays. But our mornings weren't just coffee and reading the newspaper. Sometimes Ellie would wake up early and surprise me with me some new rituals...

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.