The only thing Sora wants is to be left alone to do his art. When he moves into a house with three other people, he knows he’ll have to make some adjustments, but he didn’t count on one of his roommates being a neat-freak with no regard for personal boundaries. If there’s one thing Sora can’t stand, it’s other people telling him how to live his life.<br><br>Marc is excited to move in with new people. After his last break-up, he’s keen on being independent and focusing on his own hobbies. His new house has a garage, so he’ll finally get to work on his car! But Marc’s enthusiasm falls apart when he realizes his disorganized artist roommate, Sora, intends to work on his projects in the garage, too.<br><br>The two men could not be more opposite ... or more similar. They each do their best to ignore the other, but the longer they spend together, the harder it becomes. It’s only a matter of time before sparks start to fly -- but their differences may be too much to overcome. Can two fiercely independent men learn to let another into their space, and into their hearts?

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It was organized.He stared at it. The unused canvases were leaning against the wall, largest in the back, smallest in the front. The paints, which had been piled in totes and boxes, were now arranged by color on narrow shelves on the wall. Had those shelves even been there yesterday? Paint brushes were lying in a tray with dividers, like one might use in a kitchen utensil drawer.


Sora didn’t look any further. He turned and went back into the house, seeing red. Marc was in the kitchen with his mouth full of sandwich.


“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Sora snapped. “That’s my stuff. I told you yesterday I didn’t need your damn help organizing it. Don’t fucking touch my stuff.”


Marc’s eyes widened and he swallowed. “Dude, your workspace was a disaster. You said you didn’t have time to organize it. I was trying to help.”


Chapter 10