“Why did you get so drunk last week? The night I found you in my building? I haven’t seen you so out of control since college.”

He hadn’t anticipated that swift turnaround, and it caught him off guard. “I, uh…it wasn’t so bad.”

Wolf snorted. “You passed out on my couch.”

“Disappointed I didn’t come in and share your bed?” He was mostly teasing, but Wolf worked that hard jaw.

“Don’t be stupid. You don’t get drunk like that unless there’s a reason.”

Spencer didn’t like that the narrative had switched from Wolf to him, but he couldn’t help recalling the reason he’d let loose so spectacularly. “It was nothing,” he mumbled.

“Bullshit.” Wolf braced his arms on the kitchen counter. “Tell me why.” His voice, gentle but with an edge of steel, had moved countless jurors, but Spencer knew better. Wolf didn’t really care. He wanted to know so he could use it against him in the future.

“It’s nothing you need to know about.”

“We used to tell each other everything.”

Spencer’s gaze met Wolf’s mournful one. “No. I don’t think we ever did. I know you sure as hell haven’t.” Wolf paled at his words, and Spencer knew he’d struck a nerve.

“I agree that certain things might be too private or hurtful to share even with the people you’re closest with. If I’m pushing you, I’m sorry. I’ll back off.”

Spencer recognized a dodge when he heard it. Still, he gave up a little bit of information. “It was the culmination of a lot of things, with the anniversary of my mother’s cancer diagnosis being the most important. I know it’s foolish to remember, but it always gets to me, and I guess I drank more than I should’ve.” Tears burned his eyes. “See, nothing so big.”

Wolf reached out and squeezed his hand, and goddamn it if that didn’t almost break him, but he couldn’t fall apart. Being vulnerable with Wolf had cost him too much last time, and he wouldn’t allow that to happen again.

Wolf

Desire: What Wolf struggles with from the moment he sees Spencer Hawkins the first day of college.

Fear: Not a word in Wolf’s vocabulary except when it comes to facing his feelings for Spencer.

Lust: What he gives in to that changes everything between them. And his life forever.

Denial: Something Wolf is all too familiar with—denying who he is and who he wants. It’s better this way, even if it’s tearing him and his friendship with Spencer apart.

Spencer

Hide: What Spencer does best. He hides from everyone, especially himself and the crazy attraction to Wolf he can’t shake.

Walls: Spencer throws them up to protect himself from all the hurts life heaps on him—his mother’s death, his father’s indifference, and the men who share his bed and walk away.

Betrayal: Not by just anyone. By Wolf. The one man he can’t forget. Or forgive.

Want: Spencer wants to live in the moment, but he can’t stop thinking about that night. And it doesn’t help that he and Wolf keep knocking heads…and locking lips.

Love: What these two idiots need to realize is happening between them. What started out as their ugliest regret could end up being the most beautiful mistake they ever made.