Drunk dialing at its finest... 

All it took was a couple bottles of champagne... 

And a fully charged cellphone,

For me to go from widow to call girl.

Talking to a stranger in the middle of the night was the push I needed.

To feel something again. 

Something safe. 

Until my caller returns the favor the next day

Aaron Skye is anything but normal.

He has me feeling things I haven't felt in years.

Now I'm wondering, what started out as careless whispers could it smoldered into something more?