By the time Vince turned eighteen, everything had changed, except the one thing that mattered most—his heart still belonged to Mark Thomas.
Graduation came with bittersweet fanfare. Vince wore the cap and gown like armor, smiled for the pictures, accepted his diploma, and gave polite thanks to relatives he barely remembered. Yet all the while, his eyes sought out Mark in the crowd, silently begging for one last glance that would somehow say what he never had the courage to put into words.
But Mark wasn’t there.
He had been too busy with his new life—college, internships, girls with dazzling smiles and legs for days. Vince had already begun fading into the rearview mirror of Mark's perfect life, and that knowledge nearly broke him. So, when the moment came to decide where he’d go to coll
