Then

Some loves don't announce themselves. 
They show up quietly, before you know what to call them, before you know how much they'll matter. 

Matt was that kind of love for Jack. Their connection is immediate. Late-night conversations that linger too long. Looks that say more than either of them is ready to admit. A closeness that feels intimate long before it ever becomes physical. They toe the line between friendship and something far more dangerous, telling themselves it doesn't mean anything—until it does.

But timing has never been on their side.

Caught between desire and fear, wanting and denial, Jack and Matt circle each other in a slow burn that threatens to consume them both. Every touch feels loaded. Every moment feels borrowed. And when the truth finally surfaces, it changes everything—without giving either of them what they're brave enough to ask for.

Some loves don't fade.
They wait.

Book One of The Love That Waited Trilogy.