I knew so little of love, I didn't recognize it when it was right in front of me.

Mark

Sure, you can call me naive. I thought my bond with Logan was just casual—a bit of fun between friends with some very enticing benefits. He's the one who encouraged me to pursue the nude model in our art class, practically pushing us together. If he wanted me to see someone else, why does everything feel so tense between us now?

Logan is more than my roommate; he's my best friend. The last thing I want is to lose him, but everything has changed. I'm seeing the model now, and he has the kind of connections that could skyrocket my art career. I can't afford any distractions, especially not from Logan. Yet, I can't help but wonder if what I'm losing is worth what I'm gaining.

Logan

Jealousy? Sure, you can call it that. But Mark is mine, and I want him back.

From the moment we became roommates, I knew I had feelings for him. But I've always been terrible at relationships. I thought we could keep things uncomplicated—hookups, hangouts, no feelings attached. Instead, I pushed him away, right into another man's arms.

Watching them together is unbearable. The way Mark looks at him used to be just for me. A better man might step aside, let him find happiness with someone who can give him everything he deserves. But now that I understand how deep my feelings run, walking away isn't an option. I need to tell him the truth, so he knows he has a choice. Because if he knows, he'll choose me won't he?