I fell for Connor Drake. I didn\u2019t want to; I fought against it, but I fell in love with him anyway. With his words. With his poetry. With him. The gentleness and beauty of his soul that speaks directly to mine. He writes as if he can feel my heart, hear its cadence and compose the exact right lyrics to accompany every beat and flow.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m in love with Connor\u2026so why do I feel an inexplicable pull to his best friend, Weston? Grouchy, sullen, brooding Weston Turner, who could cut you down with a look. Fiercely intelligent with a razor sharp wit and acid tongue, he\u2019s the exact opposite of Connor in every way, and yet there\u2019s electricity in the air between us. The thorny barbs Weston wraps around himself can\u2019t keep me away.<\/p>\n
But the more time I spend with these men, the more tangled and confused my emotions become. When they both sign up for the Army Reserves during a time of increasing strife in the Middle East, I fear I\u2019ll never unravel my own heart that sometimes feels as if it will tear straight down the middle\u2026for both of them.<\/p>\n