Knuckles:
I knew my way around a computer, but somehow, I couldn't crack into the police station. Now, to add insult to injury, someone from that very precinct was attempting to help me. On my own, a lot clicked, but it wasn't enough. Do I take this "help?" It wasn't just my struggle as a hacker that was getting to me. It was my neighbor. Green eyes had me falling apart the moment I saw them. Kisses that drive me wild. An obsession that I acknowledged but was terrified about. When he told me he was a cop, the least of my worries was the fact that I was straight.
Whitley:
I'd been on the sidelines watching. Waiting for my moment to strike. All that changed when I saw him in pain on the stairs, begging for help. I no longer had to lurk in the shadows. I went to his rescue, and the intense desire I had for him multiplied. There was no denying it, he was mine. Our lives intertwined, and he became my very reason for breathing. I wanted this, but I didn't think it would happen. And what I really didn't expect was to fall in love with him. After all, what harm could come to my heart by falling in love with a straight man?
