She has a boyfriend. A good one. Safe. Easy. The kind of love that’s supposed to be enough. And then there’s him. Malachai Blackwood. The one person she can’t stand. The one who never leaves her alone, who pushes just enough to make her react, who looks at her like he already knows something she hasn’t admitted yet. With him, everything feels wrong. Too close. Too intense. Too real. He doesn’t touch her— not really. But somehow, she feels him anyway. In the way her breath catches when he’s near. In the tension she can’t ignore. In the way nothing else compares anymore. And the worst part? He sees it. Before she does.