It's a cliche really, falling in love with my best friend, my very straight best friend. And to add more complications, I'm a football player, about to be drafted. We're manly men. We aren't supposed to be gay. But I am and I love the one person I'll never have. Until fate forces us together six years later. It'll be both a fantasy and hell on earth, playing along Crush - the only man who will ever truly own my heart.

He's the one that got away. But, Banks Weston is more than just the man who got away. I let him go. He'd been ready to share with the world his true self, living life openly. He's loud and proud. It's all the many things I'm not. It took me a while, but I did it - everyone knows I'm gay. I want him back. My betrayal broke his heart. No - I obliterated it. But somehow, our paths cross again, and we have a reason to come together and pretend we're something we're not. Though in my heart, I'll always hope for the second chance I don't deserve.

Love sucks! There, I said it. I've never looked for it, nor do I want it. All it seems to do is cause open wounds. I already suffer from the guilt of a horrific accident. I won't let love suck me down the rabbit hole. But Murphy's Law is a diva out to destroy my life. Someone sees me for more than just a one and done, and though I've pushed men away for years, he's refreshing. But remember that diva I told you about? Yeah, love more than sucks, but since I can't use the words I want, I'll just stick to that, because the man I want has a connection with me no one knows about.