His Sweetest Lie

Their relationship, from the beginning, was unclear. No labels, no promises, only stolen moments behind closed doors. Her apartment became their escape from the noise of the world, a secret haven where they could simply be together. In public, they were strangers.

Juancho was a storm Harlow couldn't resist, and she was the calm he kept coming back to. But beneath the comfort they found in each other lay a truth she couldn't ignore. She had no right to ask for more, no right to demand clarity. Because from the start, nothing between them had ever been certain, except the feelings neither of them dared to name.