I don't know why I'm at this party.

After recently getting dumped by my boyfriend, I'd much rather be ringing in the new year at home in my pajamas. If I were cozy and warm on my couch, I wouldn't have to worry about the dreaded midnight kiss. Everyone else is partnered up and I'm stuck trying to figure out what to do with the clock ticking down to the inevitable. Enter Phoenix Westbrook.

He's sexy, he's nice... and he's a porn star?

This information may have initially come as a shock, but just makes the idea of kissing him all the more tempting. We make a pact to share a kiss at midnight, with no strings attached.

We didn't count on the kiss leading to more.