Jonah Bennett is a virgin. At twenty-seven, his inexperience is the most humiliating secret Jonah has. The men he's met always want to move faster than he does, and after one particularly disastrous first date, he's forced to turn to his best friend for help. Spencer is one of the few people Jonah trusts, but when he confesses his secret, Jonah fears their friendship may be over.

Colby Bennett is straight. At twenty-five, he’s the middle of three boys raised by a single father. He’s always been a jock, so managing a gym feels like his calling. If only being a big brother were as easy. When Colby stumbles on his younger brother trying on feminine clothing, Taylor is angry and embarrassed. Looking for a way to make amends, Colby seeks the help of a new gym member whose eyeshadow and shimmering lips capture his attention.

Ethan Bennett plays guitar, barbecues, and owns a diner. He's a widower whose life still revolves around his sons, but he wouldn't have it any other way. When Mickey, a younger man his son had been helping shows up at the diner, cold to the bone, thin as a rail, Ethan knows he can't send him away. He expects to help Mickey out for a while, what he doesn't expect is the way the quiet younger man occupies his every waking moment.

I was overlooked most of my life. Quiet, nerdy, and someone people didn't notice. But he saw me. Adrian Kennedy was kind whereas others were indifferent. He laughed, not at me, but because of me. Because he believed I was the funniest person he knew. I was myself with him—stripped bare, exposed. Raw and open in a way I've never known since. I was his, and he was mine. But I was a secret. Perhaps an experiment. Pushed aside when things got too scary. Too real. His kindness turned into cruelty, not because of words he said, but because he was unaware of what his rejection felt like.

How do I tell the guy I like that I’m not homeless, just a dumbass? Wren: Help! I accidentally got kidnapped by a hot rock star who thinks he’s doing the right thing by housing and feeding me. He thinks I’m homeless because my absent manager is the one who remembers petty details like my home address, and my broken phone is the one who knows the numbers of anyone who can prove I am who I say I am. What do I do? Bael: Help! My impulse control issues made me kidnap an adorable homeless guy who’s too proud to accept my help.