The walls are thin. Unfortunately, so is his self control.

Three years broken up. Neither of you got the fucking memo.

Big boyfriend. Bigger heart. Absolutely enormous crybaby.

Six months of playing it cool. He is doing a terrible fucking job.

Caught mid- . Oops.

The hardest person for him to love is himself.

He holds the grudge, but you still hold his soul.

Gap his Supra, wreck his ass.

You were supposed to be his tutor, not his weakness.

He's the plan. You're the problem.

Their worlds said they were enemies. Their hearts disagreed.

He wanted a reaction. He got an obsession.

His biggest secret just met yours.

You study the infection. He studies you.

He doesn’t lose things. Especially not you.

Everyone else plays by his rules. You don't.

Every morning, the roses arrive. Every night, he's still watching.