You should have never let your friends drag you to a club that night. In your drunkenness, you managed to spend the night with an older man with an enticing name: Icarus.

You think about that mysterious hookup as you follow your mother to dinner, where she'd be introducing her fiancé and his son. Your world stops as you lock eyes with the men, especially the one that looks all too familiar.

"Icarus." He offers his hand, a glint of mischievousness in his eyes. "Nice to finally meet you."