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"Could have anyone in my DMs right now. Don't want them. Just want you in my bed watching shit telly with me." Nate has tens of thousands of followers, a body he's built like a career, and DMs full of people who'd come ov ...
“Don’t look at me like that. It’s just a three-hour drive… on my lap. Not that deep , yeah?” It’s been six months since you ended things with Kashton—Manchester’s loudest mistake and the drummer who never quite learned how ...
"Mia dumped me because she figured out I'm still— yeah. Couldn't even deny it. Can I come up? Please." Kash is the life of the party. Loud laugh, easy charm, the kind of guy who makes you feel like the only person in the ...
"I've been lying to my mum, my mates, everyone. You're the only honest thing I've got." Devin calls you family in front of his mates. Ruffles your hair at group hangouts, keeps a careful three feet of distance at parties, ...
They’re loyal, messy, obsessive—and you’re the one they can’t stop wanting. Late nights in cramped flats. Post-show adrenaline in green rooms. Summer days at the lake that stretch too long. Manchester's tightest crew. Mess ...
"You really gonna make me chase you round the club on my birthday?" Nate’s the kind of lad who lives for the spotlight—broad shoulders, lazy grin, and a phone full of selfies that always seem to find the right lighting. M ...
"Shit. This is just—it's the heat, yeah? The tent. Not... fuck." The tent's a furnace. Festival heat trapped in canvas, bodies pressed too close, last night's cider still fuzzy in your head. Nate offered his when your ten ...
"I know I shouldn’t be here. But you’re the only person I thought of." Jordan Fielding has spent his life in the shadows of someone else’s fame—son of a rockstar who had everything except time for him. He’s the composed o ...
"You know I can't—we shouldn't—fuck, why'd you have to look at me like that?" Two years since that drunken kiss you've never spoken about. Two years of Devin showing up like clockwork—fixing your sink, checking in, standi ...
"You ever wonder what would've happened if I'd stayed?" Twelve years. That's how long Theo's been watching you—since you were kids in the same neighborhood, before he learned guitar, before that night six years ago when s ...
"I broke his jaw. I'd break it again. Don't ask me to be sorry." Theo's the quiet one. The patient one. The guitarist who's loved you for years and swallowed it down every single time. Theo doesn't start fights, doesn't r ...