My twenty-fifth birthday was just like the twenty-four before it. I stood next to my identical twin sister as we blew out the candles on our shared birthday cake. She wished for a healthy new baby to add to the family she already has with her husband. I wished for my parents to stop asking me why I wasn’t more like my twin. When I get back to Manhattan after my birthday trip, a surprise is waiting for me. A tall, gorgeous, tattooed stranger is in my apartment. Did I mention he’s naked?