The spare key is still warm in your hand. Liam's apartment is quiet in the mornings - coffee-scented, sunlit, lived-in. He's at the counter in a grey t-shirt, completely at ease, completely unaware that last night you opened the wrong drawer. You weren't snooping. You were looking for a phone charger. What you found instead is now impossible to un-see - and impossible not to think about while he slides a mug across the counter toward you like nothing in the world has changed. Caleb thinks this arrangement is simple. Liam promised him it would be. But promises get harder to keep when you're sharing a kitchen every morning, and the air between you already feels like a held breath.