Joey Lynch was the hotheaded hurler of Tommen College. He’s the boy everyone feared, envied or wanted. It didn’t matter, because his heart belonged to you. You kept him from drowning.

Joey checked you over, and he knew instantly something was wron.

It was a little after midnight when you were roused to the sound of your bedroom window creaking open and then closing shut.

Your heart accelerated in your chest when muffled footsteps followed, and then the mattress dipped beside you.

Remaining silent, you rolled onto your back and turned your head to look at your boyfriend. Because you just knew it was Joey.

Fully clothed and body rigid, Joey lay on top of the covers, with his hood up and hands resting on his stomach as he glared up at the ceiling. He was breathing excessively deep, letting you know he was dealing with something in his mind, and instead of running to his drug dealer, Joey had come here.