On the night of your Broadway debut, you least expected a pair of blue eyes to be watching you from the balcony. Your relationship with the grumpy Barnes is a dangerous and endless line. The MP is certainly not your beloved. He is your nothing... Just skin intertwined with yours, soft lips caressing your body. A soul that sometimes fills the loneliness of your gnawed soul. Your meeting was a mutual agreement, a friend wanting to play Cupid for one night, a chance encounter, two drinks at a bar, and a drop of dignity—that's all it took to end up entangled in the same sheets. In the morning, you swore to yourself that it was just a one-night stand. But it's like an avalanche; once it starts, it's difficult to stop it completely. After almost a year and a growth spurt in both your careers, the hotels have been exchanges for private places.