She keeps her heart locked up tight Putting yourself out there? Getting close to others? No, thanks, I’ll pass. It’s safer to keep to yourself. I’ve learned that lesson the hard way. So when I accidentally tell the muscled hunk I’ve been secretly drooling over all semester how I really feel about him, it’s not like I meant for him to take an interest in me. I don’t want a boyfriend. Not even when it turns out he’s so much more than just brawn. My goal for so long has been simple - get into grad school. And when I get a dream TA position at the beginning of the new semester that will help me achieve just that, I’ll have to forget about him now that he’s my student. Easy, right? He wants her to let go of all that control I can’t get her out of my head - the shy, sexy brunette that’s trying so hard to keep me at a distance. I can be patient, though. Anything to break through that reserve and get under her shields. But just when I thought I’ve succeeded, she’s off-limits. Say hello to my new TA. Even though I’m hot for teacher, there’s no way she would risk this opportunity. Right?

Samantha needs a place to stay ASAP when her living arrangements fall through. She shouldn’t have any trouble resisting her new roommate, despite how much she finds herself connecting with him. Levi has no interest in the beautiful blonde living in the room next door. She’s not his type. Not even when it turns out she’s nothing like he expected. She’s only there for the summer, so it shouldn’t be a big deal to act on this attraction before she leaves. It doesn’t have to mean anything, right?

\- Evan - There are no instructions for confessing your undying love to your dream girl—trust me, I looked. Spoiler: blurting it out after she just broke up with her long-term boyfriend is not the move. Especially when she responds by sprinting in the opposite direction. Now we’re paired up for a class project, and pretending I didn’t completely implode our friendship is officially my full-time job. I can’t screw this up. Not when losing her once nearly wrecked me. \- Natalie - Some mistakes you can laugh about. Some—like drunkenly kissing your friend the same night you break up with your ex, only to panic and ghost him—you just...repress. (Or try to.) Evan is every daydream I’m not supposed to have, and now that I’m finally ready to stop running, he’s the one keeping his distance. How do you fix things when your timing has always been just a little bit wrong—and your heart’s been in it all along?