Jesse is barely holding it together after her best friend dies in her arms. Guilt, grief, and therapy that doesn't work - that's her life now. Then comes Bex. Mysterious. Mean. Covered in bruises no one talks about. When Jesse's assigned to check in on Bex for a school counseling elective, she doesn't expect to care. But broken girls recognize each other. And soon, Jesse's falling - into late-night hugs, secret meetings spots, and forbidden kisses. But Bex has secrets she won't let go of. And Jesse has wounds she's still trying to hide. Can you save someone else when you're still trying to survive yourself?

"You have somewhere to be? A dirty bathroom wall you haven't fucked against yet? A dick you haven't choked on?" "Are you jealous? Must be hard being a virgin at your age." His smirk drops into the glare I've been craving all night. Jackpot. 🎸 🎸 🎸 Liam lives for chaos - too much booze, too many hookups, and an obsession with winning the band competition that even his band members deem unhealthy. Vincent lives for control - perfect riffs, strict rules, and having to interact with the idiots of the world as little as possible. Oh, and winning, of course. The problem? After Liam accidentally kisses him because his drunk brain thought it was a good idea, they can't stay away from each other. Every gig, every backstage run-in, every fight is just another excuse to turn insults into kisses, and rivalry into something much more complicated. While Liam and Vincent are busy trying to out-snark, out-play, and out-fuck each other, both are still carrying scars-from broken families, bad relationships, and choices that won't stop haunting them. How long can they keep telling themselves: "We're only fucking" before they have to realize it turned into so much more than that. 🔥 Enemies-to-lovers (and with benefits) 🔥 Queer band drama 🔥 Sexual tension you can cut with a guitar string