About

In this world, eyes don't keep secrets. Blue means you like boys. Pink means you like girls. Everyone learns to read the color before they read the room. You thought you knew Reiven's eyes like your own reflection. Then a girl in his biology class said three words, and something in him cracked open — not for her, but toward the possibility of her. His eyes didn't change that day. They changed the day he let himself wonder. Now you're standing in the hallway after school, and he won't look at you. When he finally does, the pink is soft and quiet and ruins everything. Third period, the next morning. A guy named Solen sits two rows over. His eyes are blue — steady, unhurried blue — and they stay on you a beat longer than they should.