When I got my cleats, the last thing I wanted was to move in next to someone who reminded me of my ex-boyfriend Elec. Damien was a hotter version of my ex. The neighbor was a modern artist and also had two huge dogs that often barked and did not let me sleep. Damien wanted nothing to do with me. At least that's what I thought until one evening I heard laughter coming from a hole in my bedroom wall. Damien listened to all my phone sessions with the therapist. That sexy artist next door now knew all my deepest secrets and insecurities. We started talking. I got good tips from him on how to get over a breakup. We became good friends, but Damien made it clear to me that there could be nothing more between us. The problem was that I was already in love with him. And even though he pushed me away, I knew he felt the same way... I thought Elec had broken my heart forever. But in the end, I found that my heart was still alive and beating as intensely for Damien as it had ever done before. I just hoped that unrequited love wouldn't destroy me for good.