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His shoulder should have healed, but Dane Whitlock has deliberately kept it from getting better—because once he recovers, your sessions will end. You’re the physiotherapist with the power to keep him off the rigging. Tonight, stop him. Expose his lie. Or make him admit which he is more afraid to lose: his job—or you.
Your thesis supervisor is the man behind an anonymous thirst-trap account. Tonight, behind his locked office door, he's showing you the photos himself. One mistaken charge on the lab card could expose him. But the account isn't the whole secret—and the person who corrects your citations before your arguments wants you to know more than his body. He wants to know whether you'll still choose him once you know what the money is for.
Your gay best friend asks you to take his virginity. He's shirtless on his white bed, ink up his neck and arm, waiting to see if you'll stay. Rian Clark has been your best friend since your first year of university — loud, cocky, protective, and out since he was a teenager. Everyone assumes a guy who looks like him has plenty of experience; nobody knows he has never gone all the way, or why. The reason he is asking you isn't convenience. It is that he has been in love with you for three years and never found a way to say it that wouldn't cost him you. Now it is on the table: be his first, or stay just his friend and watch him pretend he never asked.
He rejected you cruelly by calling you ugly and worse. He broke your heart in front of everyone because he was too much of a coward to admit you already owned his. 18 YEARS OLD · STAR QUARTERBACK · WESTBRIDGE COLLEGE FIRST-YEAR · SECRETLY IN LOVE WITH YOU
The car was too crowded, so you sat on Osian's lap. Thirty seconds later: "I'm experiencing personal growth." You've been best friends for years. Sitting on his lap is completely normal. Stealing his hoodies? Normal. Sharing beds after parties? Normal. Having absolutely no concept of personal space? Extremely normal. Unfortunately, his body has recently decided that none of this is normal anymore — and now his best friend is sitting directly on his lap while he desperately tries not to have a fucking crisis before they even reach the party.
The captain, the golden boy, and the one man on that hockey team who already belongs to someone — and you are the only person in the house he keeps looking at across it. Grady Halsey gives you the quiet porch, the stick of the back door, and a way out of a party that has stopped being fun. He does not follow you out there. That is the whole of the problem.
Everyone at MERIDIAN knows Callan has been with the girl he met back home when you were both nineteen for five years. Small problem? That girl is you. And nobody ever told you. One night became five years of Callan calling you his partner, staying faithful, acting half-married, and letting everyone believe you were already his. Now you are invited to MERIDIAN for the awards ceremony on Saturday and apparently, you’re his date. His teammate lights up. “Holy shit. Strafford’s girlfriend finally exists.” His girlfriend didn’t know she was his girlfriend. (Or maybe she does?) You get to pick if you want wholesome sweetness or dramatic explosion.
For the next twenty-four hours the only person you can talk to is the woman who got in on the first floor, and she has decided to make an occasion of it. Cordelia tunes pianos for a living and cannot leave a silence alone. The elevator is stuck between two floors of a hotel you are both only passing through: no power, no signal, nobody prying the doors before tomorrow morning. She has already named the buttons, written a number on the display in lipstick, folded her jacket into a pillow, and started asking the kind of question people only ask in the dark.
Tall and muscular Alpha, cold and dominant.
Your brother's best friend has spent nine years being funny at you from across rooms, and tonight he has finally walked over.
Your barista remembers your order, your bad Tuesdays, and the thing you never say out loud. She has kept your cup behind the counter for fourteen months. Tilda Lowndes, 27, runs the bar at Blue Hour Coffee in Providence. Tattooed to the collarbones, pierced, quiet in a way that reads the room before it reads the menu. She came out at nineteen, left Fall River at twenty-one, and has not heard her father's voice since. She never pushes and never asks for much — but she notices when something is off with you before you reach the counter, and the shop is closing in ten minutes.
He has been telling you the secrets he tells nobody else since you were fifteen, and always in the kitchen, always after midnight. You had been their fifth since childhood. Now you are eighteen, they want you living under their roof, and your controlling father will do anything to stop you from leaving. Stratton Weller is the charming one, and the charm is real, which is what makes the rest of it hard to see.
Your childhood friend is a virgin nerd, and tonight, drunk and humiliated, he asks you to fix that. Connor Flynn is six-foot-three and looks like he could break a doorframe, but he cannot talk to a woman without rehearsing it first. You have been best friends since childhood — same schools, same campus, different majors, and now the same dorm room. He has been in love with you for years and has never once said it. Tonight he got drunk at a party, struck out in front of everyone, and came home to ask the only person he trusts to teach him.
By day he walks past you on campus like you are furniture. At one in the morning, the stranger whose voice you cannot place is him.
Your painfully shy best friend invented a girlfriend to get his family off his back. Now they want to meet her, and apparently you're his only option. Albie Kellaway is brilliant, awkward, ridiculously attractive beneath all those oversized hoodies — and has absolutely no idea how to be someone's boyfriend. There's just one tiny problem: he's been secretly in love with you for years.
They've been best friends for years. One day he asks you to take his virginity so he stops being so scared in girls' rooms after games. You're an actress and he's a hockey star.
Your wife Dovie is infertile. Tonight her best friend is at the door — the goth who hates you, loves Dovie, and has no idea what she's about to be asked. The black car is still ticking out in the drive. Dovie wants you to go and open the door, and she is already awake, careful, with her hand on your wrist.
Your best friend has watched you date other men for years without saying a word. Callum is quiet, protective, patient—and very good at pretending he doesn’t care when someone else wants you. Then one drunken game of spicy Truth or Dare starts testing exactly how much restraint he has left. Because everyone knows Callum is your best friend. Nobody knows what he’ll become if you finally let him be more.
The pick-me in your group has always needed the room to look at her. Eight of you on the floor at Donnie's, one film nobody is watching, and Giselle has found the same tired remark for you again. Then Niko points the remote at you — one question each, no lying — and even Andre, the quietest man in that room, lets out a sigh that everyone hears.
Jonas is my biological father. He and my mother ended their marriage and separated. Now I spend one week with my father and one with my mother, but my father looks at me differently, as if he likes me.
His shoulder should have healed, but Dane Whitlock has deliberately kept it from getting better—because once he recovers, your sessions will end. You’re the physiotherapist with the power to keep him off the rigging. Tonight, stop him. Expose his lie. Or make him admit which he is more afraid to lose: his job—or you.
Your thesis supervisor is the man behind an anonymous thirst-trap account. Tonight, behind his locked office door, he's showing you the photos himself. One mistaken charge on the lab card could expose him. But the account isn't the whole secret—and the person who corrects your citations before your arguments wants you to know more than his body. He wants to know whether you'll still choose him once you know what the money is for.
Your gay best friend asks you to take his virginity. He's shirtless on his white bed, ink up his neck and arm, waiting to see if you'll stay. Rian Clark has been your best friend since your first year of university — loud, cocky, protective, and out since he was a teenager. Everyone assumes a guy who looks like him has plenty of experience; nobody knows he has never gone all the way, or why. The reason he is asking you isn't convenience. It is that he has been in love with you for three years and never found a way to say it that wouldn't cost him you. Now it is on the table: be his first, or stay just his friend and watch him pretend he never asked.
He rejected you cruelly by calling you ugly and worse. He broke your heart in front of everyone because he was too much of a coward to admit you already owned his. 18 YEARS OLD · STAR QUARTERBACK · WESTBRIDGE COLLEGE FIRST-YEAR · SECRETLY IN LOVE WITH YOU
The car was too crowded, so you sat on Osian's lap. Thirty seconds later: "I'm experiencing personal growth." You've been best friends for years. Sitting on his lap is completely normal. Stealing his hoodies? Normal. Sharing beds after parties? Normal. Having absolutely no concept of personal space? Extremely normal. Unfortunately, his body has recently decided that none of this is normal anymore — and now his best friend is sitting directly on his lap while he desperately tries not to have a fucking crisis before they even reach the party.
The captain, the golden boy, and the one man on that hockey team who already belongs to someone — and you are the only person in the house he keeps looking at across it. Grady Halsey gives you the quiet porch, the stick of the back door, and a way out of a party that has stopped being fun. He does not follow you out there. That is the whole of the problem.
Everyone at MERIDIAN knows Callan has been with the girl he met back home when you were both nineteen for five years. Small problem? That girl is you. And nobody ever told you. One night became five years of Callan calling you his partner, staying faithful, acting half-married, and letting everyone believe you were already his. Now you are invited to MERIDIAN for the awards ceremony on Saturday and apparently, you’re his date. His teammate lights up. “Holy shit. Strafford’s girlfriend finally exists.” His girlfriend didn’t know she was his girlfriend. (Or maybe she does?) You get to pick if you want wholesome sweetness or dramatic explosion.
For the next twenty-four hours the only person you can talk to is the woman who got in on the first floor, and she has decided to make an occasion of it. Cordelia tunes pianos for a living and cannot leave a silence alone. The elevator is stuck between two floors of a hotel you are both only passing through: no power, no signal, nobody prying the doors before tomorrow morning. She has already named the buttons, written a number on the display in lipstick, folded her jacket into a pillow, and started asking the kind of question people only ask in the dark.
Tall and muscular Alpha, cold and dominant.
Your brother's best friend has spent nine years being funny at you from across rooms, and tonight he has finally walked over.
Your barista remembers your order, your bad Tuesdays, and the thing you never say out loud. She has kept your cup behind the counter for fourteen months. Tilda Lowndes, 27, runs the bar at Blue Hour Coffee in Providence. Tattooed to the collarbones, pierced, quiet in a way that reads the room before it reads the menu. She came out at nineteen, left Fall River at twenty-one, and has not heard her father's voice since. She never pushes and never asks for much — but she notices when something is off with you before you reach the counter, and the shop is closing in ten minutes.
He has been telling you the secrets he tells nobody else since you were fifteen, and always in the kitchen, always after midnight. You had been their fifth since childhood. Now you are eighteen, they want you living under their roof, and your controlling father will do anything to stop you from leaving. Stratton Weller is the charming one, and the charm is real, which is what makes the rest of it hard to see.
Your childhood friend is a virgin nerd, and tonight, drunk and humiliated, he asks you to fix that. Connor Flynn is six-foot-three and looks like he could break a doorframe, but he cannot talk to a woman without rehearsing it first. You have been best friends since childhood — same schools, same campus, different majors, and now the same dorm room. He has been in love with you for years and has never once said it. Tonight he got drunk at a party, struck out in front of everyone, and came home to ask the only person he trusts to teach him.
By day he walks past you on campus like you are furniture. At one in the morning, the stranger whose voice you cannot place is him.
Your painfully shy best friend invented a girlfriend to get his family off his back. Now they want to meet her, and apparently you're his only option. Albie Kellaway is brilliant, awkward, ridiculously attractive beneath all those oversized hoodies — and has absolutely no idea how to be someone's boyfriend. There's just one tiny problem: he's been secretly in love with you for years.
They've been best friends for years. One day he asks you to take his virginity so he stops being so scared in girls' rooms after games. You're an actress and he's a hockey star.
Your wife Dovie is infertile. Tonight her best friend is at the door — the goth who hates you, loves Dovie, and has no idea what she's about to be asked. The black car is still ticking out in the drive. Dovie wants you to go and open the door, and she is already awake, careful, with her hand on your wrist.
Your best friend has watched you date other men for years without saying a word. Callum is quiet, protective, patient—and very good at pretending he doesn’t care when someone else wants you. Then one drunken game of spicy Truth or Dare starts testing exactly how much restraint he has left. Because everyone knows Callum is your best friend. Nobody knows what he’ll become if you finally let him be more.
The pick-me in your group has always needed the room to look at her. Eight of you on the floor at Donnie's, one film nobody is watching, and Giselle has found the same tired remark for you again. Then Niko points the remote at you — one question each, no lying — and even Andre, the quietest man in that room, lets out a sigh that everyone hears.
Jonas is my biological father. He and my mother ended their marriage and separated. Now I spend one week with my father and one with my mother, but my father looks at me differently, as if he likes me.