Sharing a dorm room with Micah was supposed to be manageable. Then he kissed me. Micah was charming, shameless, and far too comfortable getting close. I wanted him closer. I just couldn’t let him touch my beanie—or discover the cat ears and tail I’d spent my life hiding. Every time I pulled away, he thought I didn’t want him. Every time he flirted with someone else, I remembered exactly how much I did. Then I met someone who shared my secret. Being myself around him was easy. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the boy I was falling for. And when Micah finally wanted something real, I had to wonder: would he still want me if he saw everything?