October 1943. Manhattan, New York.
Peter Corcoran has been a Friday night regular at the Starling Club for so long that he has his own seat at a back table. From here, he watches the battalion of stunning single ladies take turns dancing with the most handsome man in the whole establishment. That attractive man is not only his best friend but also his roommate-and it won't be one of the drop-dead-gorgeous women who Daniel Bennet goes home with at the end of the night.
When the closed apartment door cuts off the rest of the world, Danny gives him the first of a series of burning kisses-kisses that never cease to shatter Peter's universe. But the tiny, cynical voice in the back of his head has him doubting their strange, secret charade and wondering if their romance could ever be more than just an indulgence at the end of the week, when prying eyes aren't looking...
