The birthday girl

JORDAN
He took me in when I had nowhere else to go. He didn't exploit me, he didn't hurt me, and he didn't neglect me. He listens to me, protects me, and sees me for who I really am. I can feel his gaze on me during breakfast, and my heart pounds like crazy when I hear his car coming back after work.
I have to stop this. This can't happen.
My sister once told me there are no good men, and if you find one, he's probably unavailable. Only in this case, Pike Lawson isn't the unavailable one. I am.

PIKE
I took her in because I thought I was helping. But as the days go by, it gets harder and harder. I have to stop thinking about her and stop holding my breath every time I run into her at home. I can't touch her, and I shouldn't even want to.
We're not free to give in to this. She's nineteen, and I'm thirty-eight.
And the father of her boyfriend.
The worst part? They both just moved into my house.