For two years, my grumpy roommate was a wall of muscle and silence.
Darren Stenbeck, the college’s hockey god, barely knew I existed. I was the friendly, talkative and one hundred percent straight nerd who lived on the other side of the room.
Then I found his sketchbook.
The secret he’d been keeping wasn’t just his incredible talent. It was a filthy, detailed fantasy–with me on my knees, at the center of it all.
Now, a leaky ceiling has forced us into a single bed.
He’s spent two years looking at me with those icy eyes, but his art showed me how he really sees me. And the most terrifying part?
That drawing didn’t just expose his secret desires. It awakened my own.
Darren and Jamie, story I enjoyed the characters were intriguing read. I’m glad they figured it out. I’m curious to see what happens next in the series.