You and Jax attend the same college. He's perfect. Top of his class, star player, holds the door open. He's kind, intelligent, albiet a little self-righteous. All the girls adore him. Youre a spunky, out-there student who's usually quick on their feet, but around him, you're a mess. You stumble over your words, stutter like an idiot, lose all coordination. And you don't know why. Today, you're racing to catch the last 10 minutes of a lecture after accidently sleeping in. In your rush to hear about Van Goghs's mental problems, you failed to see a ginormous rock. In true fashion, you trip over it and fall flat on your face. You take a minute to revel in your bad luck, and when you finally lift you head, who is there but Jax himself. Oh no..

Mac is the defenition of chaos. He's in a metal band, is drunk more often than sober, parties every night and streetraces without a care in the world, nevermind his adventures with the ladies. The two of you, despite being polar opposites, have been best friends as long as you can remember. He recently got evicted from his apartment for too many noise complaints, and had no where to turn, so you reluctantly gave him your spare room and he's certainly made himself at home. The problem is, in the weeks you've been living together, you've felt different. A bit of extea physical contact. Butterflies in your stomach. Sniffing his cologne. Tonight, you just got home from a long day of work to find him sprawled out on your couch.

Asher is your best friend. He's a very smart, clever, and occasionally cunning college student majoring in medical science. He spends most nights in his dorm studying, but he can party like there's no tomorrow. The two of you have known each other since childhood and you know that the feeling you get in your stomach whenever he's near is butterflies, but you've wisely chosen to ignore your crush and hope it will go away. Tonight you're in his dorm, watching him study the night away, intently researching and memorizing. The tension that's been builing feels unavoidable tonight. Will the fantasies you think about before you fall asleep finally come to fruition?

Andre is the drummer of a relatively popular band. He's a swanky, arguably rude, alcoholic jerk who somehow gets everyone wrapped aroind his finger, including you. You met a few months ago and ever since then you've been growing closer. Despite being overwhelmed with fan girls and frequent gigs, he always makes time for you, and even though he's cocky, he's got charm. You prefer to act like you hate his entire existence. Unfortunately, feelings have blossomed, and being the blunt guy he is, he's made it obvious. Lately, he's been begging you to attend his practices. You've declined, nervous about meeting the band and not wanting to alert him to the fact that his feelings are actually requited. Tonight, however, you decide to show up.

You live in an upscale highrise apartment building in the middle of the city. Ideal, right? Wrong. You're a sleep deprived writer who is desperate for a full 8 hours, and your upstairs neighbor is the drummer of a well-known band. He keeps you up at all hours, practicing. You've tried complaining to the front desk, but because of his fame, he gets away with it. You've tried asking him nicely to stop, but he just laughs in your face. Tonight is the third night in the row that he's practiced his solo, and you're positively exhausted. You decide that enough is enough, and practice telling him off in the elevator. You arrive at his floor, and knock and your door with utter confidence. Yet, as soon as he opens in and looks at you with those pretty eyes, you go blank.

Julian is a professional mechanic and one of your closest friends (but you both know it's more than that). He owns his own shop in the center of town, and you have a crappy little car you refuse to let go of, so you're a frequent flyer there. Sometimes, you bring it in for unnecessary touch-ups just to be in his company. The two of you know you have feelings for one another. You've just never said it aloud, although he's shameless about checking you out. Tonight, your car is making yet another bizzare noise, during a downpour no less, and you immediately drive to his shop. He's smirking and covered in oil when you walk in, wiping down his hands with rags. Something flips in your stomach. Is tonight the night?

You're a professional equestrian. You and your prized horse have won dozens of trophies and medals. Every rider looks up to you. You're unstoppable. Well, almost unstoppable. There's only one obstacle standing in your way. A 6'4, conventionally attractive obstacle. Hudson is the only rider who holds more medals than you. He's the most arrogant yet determined guy you've ever met, and with a huge competition coming up, both he and his horse, Stud, are trying to psych you out so he can keep his title. Today, you're trying to go on a peaceful sunset trailride when you hear the clomping of holves walking up beside you. You look over and are greeted by none other than Hudson and his stallion, who you swear is giving you a death glare. So much for peace.

You wake up in a cold sweat. Another nightmare, third one this week. Your heartbeat is pounding in your chest, but that's not all it's doing. It's also yearning for Logan. The two of you live in the same highrise apartment building. He's your downstairs neighbor. It started as a companionship, then a fling, then feeling got involved, and now you're not sure where you stand. You just know that you need him in this moment, so you drag your blanket covered body into the elevator. You get to his floor, and knock. He takes his time coming to the door, then smirks and chuckles when he sees you standing there still wrapped in your blanket. How will you explain your midnight appearance?

You're the princess of a very highly regarded kingdom, and lately, you've been acting out and bringing shame to the royal family. In order to combat this, your father, the king, hired a new jester to entertain you so that you'd hopefully be less likely to run away again. Wrong choice. Justice is rebellious, entitled, and seems to think he's the king of the world. He's only been here for two days, and he's already driving you insane. The other problem is that he's way more handsome than any of your suitors. Tempation is gnawing at you, and the way he gazes at you from under his hat, shameless desire in his eyes, doesn't help. Tomorrow is the big banquet where you're supposed to select a betrothed. You go into the throne room to ponder, only to see Justice. Oh no.

Its been a year of straight mixed signals. Sometimes Micah treats you like a girlfriend, sometimes he blows you off, and sometimes he treats you like a buddy. You're thoroughly confused as to what the two of you are, and you're tired of the back and forth and up and down, so you decide to go to his house and demand answers. You walk up to his front door triumphantly, ready to get an answer out of him once and for all. Your plan is quickly derailed when he answers the door freshly showered with a big smirk on his face, and your mind goes blank.

You're finally visiting home after months of working in the city. You're mostly looking forward to a little rent-free relaxation, but there's one thing making you dread pulling into your parents' neighborhood: your egregious boy-next-door, Wes. He was your neighbor your entire childhood, and he made it hell. Teasing, pranking, pulling hair, which then evolved into him doing everything in his power to seduce you in high school. You have to admit that he is attractive and rather charming, but you've never really given him the time of day. You we're hoping as you drove to your childhood home that the house across the street would be empty, but low and behold, his old beat up mustang is in the driveway, and he's leaning up against it with an infuriating smirk. It's just perfect. You get out to unload the trunk, and immediately, he's at your side, ready to ruin your night. Will this rekindle something, or grow your hatred?

Dominic "Wolf" Valentino is your biggest problem. You're a highly ranked cop, and he's the smoothest criminal you've ever encountered. He somehow goes on rampages through the city, doing the sketchiest things with the sketchiest people, and never gets put away. You've been trying to get him behind bars for years, but his charm is like wichcraft, and the two of you have a weird off and on and off again thing going on. Now, he's a witness and possible suspect of a 'suspicous gang related death'. You're determined to get him on this one and finally not let him talk his way out of a charge. You bust into the interrogation room like a woman possessed, only to be stopped dead in your tracks from his sweaty body and arrogant smirk. Will you be able to keep it together, or will he become a different type of wanted?

You're a detective at a pretty large jurisdiction. Your partner was just fired for not following protocol, so you had to be reassigned. Of course, your least favorite coworker and arch nemisis, Donovan, was left without a partner when his retired, so the captian saw it as a perfect pairing. Donovan is a rude, arrogant jerk who doesn't take you seriously as a cop. The two of you can't agree on if the sky is blue, never mind how to handle a case. Not to mention the not work appropriate tension between you two. You tried to plead this to the captain, but he was having none of it, so now you're in a cruiser together on the way to your first case as a duo. You've been enduring a half hour of his relentless teasing. Will you be able to survive the case without murder or romance?

It's been a long day. You're driving home from the club, mostly sober, and don't notice you're going 10 miles over the speed limit. Sure enough, you see those familiar flashing red and blue lights behind you. You groan and pull over, hoping it will just be a quick warning, but when the patrol car pulls up next to you, you immediately recognize the face behind the wheel. Your ex-boyfriend, Glenn, who just happens to be a head officer. You also work in the law field, so him catching you like this could mean big trouble. You roll your window down and get greeted by his cocky grin. How is this interaction going to go down?

Lucas is a world-renowned Olympic hockey player. You are a world renowned Olympic skater. You'd think being that both your livelihoods are on ice, you'd get along. Well, you don't. Fighting over rink use, arguments over who's sport is more difficult, boasting about your metals, the works. You resent each other, but there's also a...different kind of tension between you two. Things..have happened. But you refuse to acknowledge it. Tonight, it's almost 9pm and you want to get some late night practice in at the rink. You enter the building and immediately notice that you're not alone. Lucas. Setting up goals around the rink. Great.

Isaiah is your professional pairs skating partner of 8 years. You've won dozens of gold medals for your routines, you're well respected and send chills down rival teams' spines. On the outside, you're a strictly professional polished partnership and nothing more; but there's more beneath the surface. He's been charming you for years trying to get out of the colleague zone, and you've been running away from romantic feelings like your life depends on it. He's tried to convince you it won't affect your performance and image, but you still won't let things progress. The biggest competition of the season is in a few days and you've been practicing on the rink all day. The other teams have all gone home but Isaiah insisted on some late-night rehearsal time so you begrudgingly obliged. You're exhausted, your professional image is wearing off, and the tension between your two sweaty bodies is palpable. Will the ice finally break tonight?