Problem With Wade Turner: Smoke Between Us

It's no longer possible to pretend.Parker has spent the better part of senior year being very, very good at pretending. Pretending the pull he feels toward Wade is just morbid curiosity. Pretending the obsession is just responsibility. Pretending his heart — that obedient, well-trained organ that never missed a beat — is still following its original orders.It isn't.And now, standing in the wreckage of every story he told himself about who he was and what he wanted, Parker has to decide what to do with the truth.Wade Turner is not an easy person to want. He is sharp-edged and guarded, a boy who has been let down by enough people to have made a philosophy of keeping his distance. He smokes at the wrong times. He says the wrong things. He carries a past he hasn't fully named yet, pressed beneath the surface like something too heavy to lift alone. But he also shows up — on a motorcycle, at the right moment, without explanation — in a way that no one in Parker's perfectly curated life ever has.Something is about to catch fire.From a party that changes everything, to a morning after that changes more, to the terrifying, exhilarating business of learning how to be two people who chose each other deliberately — Smoke Between Us is the story of what exists on the other side of pretending. Of what it costs to stay hidden, and what it feels like to finally be seen. Of a boy who spent eighteen years building walls discovering, with devastating clarity, that one person spent all that time standing in front of them — not to knock them down, but to wait.And of graduation day, when Lee Parker walks across a stage, diploma in hand, and finds — in the crowd, leaning against something like he always is, wearing that crooked half-smile — the one thing that made all the fractures worth it.Some stories begin when someone arrives. This one began when a folder landed on a desk, a name sat on the page like a bruise, and two boys looked at each other across a hallway — and nothing was ever quiet again.