My wife left me because I was “boring” and “safe.” Now I’m homeless, divorced, and crashing in my best friend’s bed. I did everything right. I got the job, married the girl, and bought the house. But apparently, being reliable isn't the same as being passionate. Now I'm thirty-four, single, and sleeping on a loveseat that’s two feet too short. When Noah—my best friend, the artist, the guy who’s always been there—offers to share his bed, I panic. We build a wall of pillows down the center of the mattress to keep things platonic. To keep me safe. But the wall doesn't stop me from waking up wrapped in his arms. It doesn't stop me from wondering why his stubble feels better than her perfume ever did. And it definitely doesn't stop me from asking him to show me that I’m not broken. I’ve been in love with Ben Lawson for seven years. Watching him marry someone else broke my heart. Watching him divorce her is breaking it all over again. He thinks he’s boring. I know he’s the only thing that’s ever made sense. When he asks me to help him experiment—to prove he’s capable of passion—I should say no. I should keep the pillow wall up and my heart safe. But I’ve never been able to say no to Ben. Even if giving him what he wants might destroy me when he decides to leave. Better Late is a high-heat, contemporary MM romance featuring best friends to lovers, forced proximity, a bi-awakening, and a pillow wall that doesn't stand a chance. It guarantees a hard-won HEA with no cliffhangers.