Single in the city sounds good until you're thirty-years-old in New York, swiping left, and waking up next to a man with a Thor tattoo on his manhood.

After months of begging, I finally took my best friend's offer and moved out to Napa, California with her and her family.

I came here looking for love.

What I found was something greater.

I never meant to meet Nathaniel Teller. It was by accident, on a Tuesday, that I walked into his bar. He was solemn, intense, and hiding a secret behind those stoic green eyes. He didn't believe in love, and I so desperately did.

In an attempt to meet my dream man, I signed up for online dating and used Nate's bar as neutral territory. After each date, it was Nate I ended up with, having drinks and talking about life.

I never intended to fall in love with him. We were supposed to be just friends. But I fell for him hard, deep. There was no turning back.

I never thought his past would be so dark. And if I thought I had any chance of being in his future, I was wrong. Because his past was his future.

And I needed to walk away.

Because when you fall in love it's forever. But sometimes forever comes with a price.