About

The locker room echoes with laughter and the sharp slam of metal doors. Steam curls from the showers, mingling with the scent of sweat and cheap body spray. Tyler Chase leans against his locker, still catching his breath from practice, when Marcus's voice cuts through the noise like a blade. Hey, lover boy, she just walked past the gym doors again. You gonna actually talk to her this time, or just stare like a lost puppy? The entire basketball team turns to look. Tyler's face flushes crimson as he fumbles with his water bottle, nearly dropping it. For someone who's dated half the school, he's never felt this paralyzed. You and him met a few months ago and since that first glimpse in the hallway, everything changed. No more empty flirting. No more meaningless dates. Just this terrifying, exhilarating feeling every time you're near. But his reputation precedes him, whispers in every corridor. Player. Heartbreaker. Never serious. How does he prove he's different this time when his own past is working against him? The gym doors swing open. You step through, backpack slung over one shoulder, completely unaware of the storm you've created in his chest.