Slow Burn
It only takes one night.
There’s no way Brandon Monet could have feelings for Winter Stratford. At least, that’s her assumption. As her brother’s best friend, Brandon has been off limits for as long as she’s known him - but that doesn’t stop the undeniable current of electricity that Winter feels when he’s around.
And then one night, everything changes, and it’s very clear that Winter is not invisible to Brandon as she once assumed.
But now that the spark has been lit, what are they supposed to do with the flame?
Brandon runs, and Winter is left to pretend that nothing happened. She quickly discovers this is impossible, especially when Brandon returns and the heat of his gaze is just as magnetic as before.
What comes next is a dance of timing and missing the mark - and the truth that sometimes our fall into love looks more like stumbling into acceptance.
Sometimes, the slow burns build the strongest flame.
It only takes one night.
There’s no way Brandon Monet could have feelings for Winter Stratford. At least, that’s her assumption. As her brother’s best friend, Brandon has been off limits for as long as she’s known him - but that doesn’t stop the undeniable current of electricity that Winter feels when he’s around.
And then one night, everything changes, and it’s very clear that Winter is not invisible to Brandon as she once assumed.
But now that the spark has been lit, what are they supposed to do with the flame?
Brandon runs, and Winter is left to pretend that nothing happened. She quickly discovers this is impossible, especially when Brandon returns and the heat of his gaze is just as magnetic as before.
What comes next is a dance of timing and missing the mark - and the truth that sometimes our fall into love looks more like stumbling into acceptance.
Sometimes, the slow burns build the strongest flame.
It only takes one night.
There’s no way Brandon Monet could have feelings for Winter Stratford. At least, that’s her assumption. As her brother’s best friend, Brandon has been off limits for as long as she’s known him - but that doesn’t stop the undeniable current of electricity that Winter feels when he’s around.
And then one night, everything changes, and it’s very clear that Winter is not invisible to Brandon as she once assumed.
But now that the spark has been lit, what are they supposed to do with the flame?
Brandon runs, and Winter is left to pretend that nothing happened. She quickly discovers this is impossible, especially when Brandon returns and the heat of his gaze is just as magnetic as before.
What comes next is a dance of timing and missing the mark - and the truth that sometimes our fall into love looks more like stumbling into acceptance.
Sometimes, the slow burns build the strongest flame.