Two attractive men. Two secrets. Two closets. Two hearts. One story. One love. Dayton McClair and Hunter O'Moore are both in the closet. Dayton knows he's gay all the way, and Hunter knows he's bisexual. Neither man has acted on their sexuality, except for Hunter who gets to date women. But! When our characters are assigned as partners in their film course, things get...interesting. Synopis: "We all have that someone. The person that we wake-up, and check our phone for messages from them. That one person that makes you want to tell jokes forever, because you love hearing them laugh. Or a person you'd do anything for, just to see them smile. You have this underlying hope, that they feel it too." Dayton's words ring in my ears as he rests his head on my shoulder. It's strange that he's so big and bad and intimidating, but he's acting so needy and cuddly right now. He continues on. "That deeper connection you feel with them, more than anyone else. The sense of closeness even though you haven't known them for a long time, that knot in your chest whenever you hug them. You even kinda trust them, you're an open book to them, and not anyone else. Yeah, these are symptoms that you're falling for that person." "Do you feel those syptoms?" I whisper as his breathe fans against my neck. The heat of it making sparks erupt against that space, much like the space where his hand rests so close to mine. Near enough for me to barely move my own, and we would be holding hands. "Every fucking day." Dayton says pressing his lips to the skin where his breathe had once been.