I’ve spent my whole life
following the plan. Falling for him was never part of it.
Graduate with honors. Stay out of trouble. Make my dad proud. Follow in his
footsteps.
At eighteen, I know exactly what’s expected of me—and being gay isn’t part
of it. Not with a homophobic father at home and friends who think tormenting
queer kids is entertainment. Keeping my head down and my feelings hidden has
always seemed safer.
Especially the feelings I’ve been hiding for one quiet, gorgeous guy at
school.
Then a chance encounter on the mountain changes everything.
Suddenly, the crush I’ve kept buried isn’t so easy to ignore. The closer we
become, the harder it is to pretend I can keep living the life everyone else
has chosen for me.
Because wanting him means risking my friends, my father’s approval, and the
carefully constructed future I’ve spent years working toward.
But for the first time, I’m beginning to wonder if following the plan is
worth losing the one person who makes me want something more.
Sometimes first love doesn’t fit the life you planned—it gives you
the courage to choose your own.