Winston gave up everything for love - his future, his stability, his sense of self. So when he walks in on his high school sweetheart betraying him, it doesn't just break his heart, it shatters what little he had left. Desperate to escape the pain, one reckless night sends Winston spiraling even further, leaving him with a life-altering consequence he never saw coming. Jonathan has already lost too many people to believe in happy endings. Loss has carved him into someone quieter, colder, someone whose world has narrowed to one purpose: being there for his twin daughters. They are his focus, his reason, and the only light he allows himself to hold onto. There's no room for new attachments. No space for hope; or at least, that's what he tells himself. Until Winston. There's something about the wounded man that Jonathan can't seem to ignore. And Winston, despite everything he's been through, starts to see a steadiness in Jonathan he didn't know he was missing. Two guarded hearts, one unexpected connection, and a chance at something neither of them thought they deserved. Because sometimes, healing starts in the most unlikely place; with someone who understands exactly how it feels to fall apart.

"He's staring at you," my sister whispered, wide-eyed. Now that I realised, I could feel someone's eyes burning the back of my head and as I turned around to see what my sister was talking about and my jaw immediately dropped whilst a cold shiver ran up my spine at the sight of the school's dangerous, certified bad boy. I shrugged nervously and turned around to face my sister. "Maybe he's just looking at what I'm wearing." The outfit was pretty cute, hands down. "But he never stares at anyone. He has only given them a cold stare that lasts for at least two-seconds." Oh hell no.