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What if Bonus Chapter 5 What If They Met at a Bookstore During a Rainstorm? Eli POV The rain came down in sheets, hammering the big windows of the independent bookstore like it wanted to drown the entire city. I’d ducked inside just as the sky opened, hair already soaked, hoodie clinging to my skin, silver nail polish chipped and glossy from the wet. My backpack was heavy with new finds—two novels I’d been hunting for weeks and a slim volume of poetry that had caught my eye. I stood near the fiction shelves, dripping quietly onto the hardwood floor, flipping through pages while the storm raged outside.The bell above the door jingled again. A tall figure stepped in, shaking rain from his dark hair. He had to be at least six-three, broad-shouldered and solid, the kind of height that made the store’s low ceiling feel closer. Black hoodie, jeans, sneakers leaving wet prints. He moved with the easy confidence of someone used to commanding space on a field.Our eyes met across the aisle.

What if Bonus Chapter 7: What If They Matched on a Dating App First Date Gone Wild? Eli POV The dating app had been a joke at first—something my friends pushed on me after too many late nights buried in books and thesis drafts. “Just try it,” they said. So I did. Swiped through a few profiles until one stopped me cold. Tall. Six-three at least. Dark hair, sharp jaw, athletic build in a fitted shirt that showed off broad shoulders and strong arms. The bio was short: “Football player who actually reads. Looking for someone who can keep up in conversation and chaos.” His name was Dante. We matched within minutes. Messages flew back and forth—easy banter about favorite books versus favorite plays, how neither of us could stand small talk, how rain always made everything feel cinematic. Two days later we agreed on dinner at a quiet Italian place downtown. He was already waiting when I arrived, standing outside under the awning in dark jeans and a charcoal button-down, rain just starti

What if Bonus Chapter 9: What If They Met at a Wedding Both Single Guests? Dante POV The wedding reception was in full swing under strings of fairy lights draped across the garden pavilion. I stood near the bar in my dark suit, nursing a whiskey, watching the happy couple dance while the music pulsed softly. I wasn’t much for weddings, but my teammate had begged me to come as a plus-one, so here I was—tall, slightly bored, and already counting down the minutes until I could slip away. That’s when I noticed him. Eli stood alone near the edge of the dance floor, silver nail polish catching the golden light, a half-empty glass of champagne in his hand. He wore a simple navy suit that fit him perfectly, hair a little messy like he’d run his fingers through it too many times. He looked lost in thought, eyes distant, the kind of quiet chaos that made me want to know what was going on in his head. I set my drink down and walked over, towering over him by a good four inches. “Not a dan

What if Bonus Chapter 11: What If They Shared a Cab in a Storm? Dante POV The storm hit the city without warning, turning the evening rush into chaos. I’d just finished a late practice and was trying to get home when the app showed every ride was surging. I grabbed the first available cab and slid into the back seat, rain still dripping from my hair. A minute later the door opened again. Another guy climbed in, soaked, clutching a soaked backpack. “Mind sharing?” he asked, voice slightly breathless. “Everything else is thirty minutes out.” I nodded. “Go ahead.” He settled beside me. Same height as me but slimmer build, messy hair, silver nail polish chipped on his fingers. The cab driver pulled away, and the storm intensified, rain hammering the roof. We sat in comfortable silence for a few blocks until traffic ground to a halt. That’s when we started talking. “I’m Eli,” he said. “Lit major. Terrible timing, apparently.” “Dante. Football. Also terrible timing.” Conversation

What if Bonus Chapter 13: What If They Met Volunteering at an Animal Shelter? Dante POV The animal shelter was loud with barks and meows on a rainy Saturday afternoon. I’d signed up for the volunteer shift to walk the bigger dogs — something to clear my head after a tough week of practices. I was toweling off a massive German Shepherd when the volunteer coordinator brought in a new helper. “This is Eli. He’ll be helping with the cats and smaller dogs today.” I looked up and felt something shift in my chest. Eli was my height but slimmer, with messy hair and silver nail polish that was starting to chip on his fingers. He wore an oversized shelter volunteer shirt that hung loose on his frame, a soft smile on his face as he cradled a tiny orange kitten against his chest. There was a quiet, gentle chaos about him that instantly drew me in. “Hey,” I said, straightening to my full height. “Dante.” “Eli. Nice to meet you. I’m more of a cat person, but I’ll try not to get in your way w