“So love is art,” Tyler muses, a deadpan look on his face. “Or art is obsession?” “Art is life dressed up in prettier words,” Alex hits back, stretching out one leg in front of him. Tyler chuckles. “Someone put that on a shirt.” I force a smile, but Alex’s words have me free-falling. Because if art is obsession and love is the kind of thing that fuels it… Maybe that’s why being around Roman is like standing too close to a fire, knowing how badly I could get burned, but reaching for it anyway.