CHAPTER ONE - DRIP The gym was quiet that day. Late afternoon sun spilled through the high windows. Music pulsed low through the sound system, more felt than heard, blending into the familiar rhythm of clanking metal and low, masculine grunts. Liam was curled over a barbell near the free weights section, his expression pinched with focus. He wasn’t struggling, exactly—he was strong, clearly—but his head wasn’t in it. Tomo...

CHAPTER TWO – TOWEL He stared at the screen, heart ticking in his chest. What the fuck was that text? Who even says shit like that? It should’ve weirded him out more. And it did—kind of. But at the same time… wasn’t that just how guys joked? He didn’t really have guy friends. Not like that. Maybe this was just what male friendship looked like—crude, invasive, sweaty. And with Camila gone, the apartment was too quiet. Week...