Here’s the thing about Jett Reyes-Villanueva: he’s very good at leaving. Not because he’s cruel.
Because he built exits into everything, back when he was a closeted kid getting shoved into lockers in Sunset Park and staying meant being a target.
Twenty-four now, openly queer and the best event planner in Brooklyn, surrounded by the found family that’s held him together since high school, he has a life designed to work exactly the way it does.
Nobody stays. That’s the system.
Then Ellis walks into his gym. He grew up on Long Island, moved to Brooklyn, and is carrying a secret he hasn’t found the words for yet.
He’s quiet where Jett is loud, careful where Jett is reckless, and somehow exactly the wrong man for someone with no intention of falling in love.
Jett doesn’t mean to fall. But what starts as coffee becomes something he has no system for. Something that gets past every defense he’s spent years building.
Something that, against all logic and personal history, makes him want to stay.
Loving Ellis turned out to be the easy part. It’s letting Ellis love him back that breaks everything open.
