Roman At eighteen, I met a boy with golden hair and blue eyes. He slipped through the cracks like it was inevitable, like it was always supposed to happen, and I never stood a chance. Not against him.
He was kind, and warm, and he was mine. Until I ruined everything. Like I always do.
Jesse At eighteen, I met a boy with black hair and dark eyes. He held me when I couldn’t sleep and chased my nightmares away. But I couldn’t chase away his.
He was my stepbrother, my best friend, my everything. Until he let me go. Now five years later, we’re back to living together, sharing the same space, and the pull is impossible to ignore.
Only this time, it will either destroy me, or save us both.
