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Hearts Between the Lines is a slow-burn, emotional young adult romance that follows Talia, a fiercely independent, party-loving medical student with few close connections, and Ezra, a kind, soft-spoken, nerdy classmate who prefers books over bars. When a random lab pairing throws them together, their clashing personalities spark unexpected chemistry—and eventually, love.

But after a night of vulnerability and a drunken mistake, Ezra ghosts Talia, and the fragile relationship between them shatters. What follows is a journey of miscommunication, self-discovery, and a gradual rebuilding of trust. Through late-night calls, unsent letters, failed kisses, and second chances, Talia and Ezra slowly learn that love isn’t just about the sparks—it’s about the quiet moments, the forgiveness, and the courage to choose each other every day, no matter how imperfect the timing.

A story about healing, growing up, and finding home in another person—Hearts Between the Lines is raw, messy, and utterly real.

Hearts Between the Lines

A Saturday group study session—Ezra's idea. Talia wasn't thrilled about spending her weekend revising pharmacology, but she showed up because he asked. And because, if she was honest, she kind of liked watching him lead a room, highlighters in hand, completely in his element.

Samantha, with her perfect French braid and the way she leaned way too close to Ezra when asking about hepatic metabolism. Samantha, who touched his arm every time she laughed. Samantha, who apparently didn't understand boundaries. Or that Ezra was very much taken.

Ezra, bless his oblivious heart, didn't seem to notice.

Later that evening, back in their apartment, Talia was slamming cupboards harder than necessary.

"Peachy," she said, pulling cereal from the top shelf. "Love studying with you and your personal fan club."

Ezra paused, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Samantha. The girl practically crawled into your lap over enzyme inhibitors."

He blinked. "She was asking a question."

Ezra set his notes down, the beginnings of irritation flickering across his face. "Talia, come on. Don't do this."

"Do what? Notice when someone's obviously into my boyfriend and he's too busy playing tutor-of-the-year to care?"

Ezra stood, crossing his arms. "I wasn't flirting with her."

"I didn't say you were. But maybe you liked the attention."

Ezra exhaled slowly, trying to stay calm. "That's not fair."

"No," Talia snapped, cereal box crumpling in her grip, "what's not fair is sitting through three hours of group work while you play human highlighter for a girl who kept eyeing your mouth like it was extra credit."

"I know I'm not the easy choice," she said, suddenly quieter. "I know I'm messy, and I get loud, and I overthink everything. But I'm here, Ezra. I'm showing up for you."

"I never asked for easy," he said finally. "I asked for you."

Ezra retreated to his desk. Talia curled up on the couch, arms wrapped around a pillow like it might anchor her in place.

It was close to midnight when Ezra walked over and sat beside her.

"I love you," he said, softly. "And that doesn't mean I'll always get it right. But please, Talia, talk to me. Don't go to war in your head when you could just… tell me what's wrong."

She sniffed. "You think I don't want to? I've never felt like this about anyone before. It terrifies me."

Ezra leaned in, brushing her hair behind her ear. "It terrifies me too."

She finally looked at him, eyes rimmed red, voice shaking. "Do you mean it? That you love me?"

And just like that, the walls cracked open again.

She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his. "I love you too. Even when I want to scream."

He laughed softly. "Especially when you want to scream."

They didn't fix everything that night. Love wasn't magic—it couldn't erase jealousy or fear. But they held onto each other like they were learning how to choose each other again. Every single day.

Jealousy,Jokes and the First 'I Love You ' Fight