Jackson

You Moved, He Followed

You packed your whole life into eleven boxes and flew across the Atlantic for a fresh start — no history, no complications, no Declan Harte. Then you opened your apartment door and he was leaning against the hallway wall with a duffel bag and that infuriating half-smile, like he had always been the plan. Now he is sleeping on your pull-out couch, your landlord keeps calling his number instead of yours, and your new coworker Marcus is texting you dinner invitations you have not answered yet. One apartment, two men, three days until the lease deadline — and Declan still has not told you why he really came.

Fists Before Feelings

Declan Morrow has never once told you he cares — but he has shown up every single time it mattered, knuckles split, jaw tight, eyes scanning the room for whoever made you flinch. Tonight his best friend Rafe crossed the one line Declan drew in silence, and now the parking lot behind the engineering building is about to become a crime scene. You are standing between two of the most dangerous boys on campus, and the only thing keeping this from exploding is the look Declan is giving you — the one he would never put into words.