Another short novella about teenagers stumbling into love. This time, no magic, nothing remotely poly, and the burn is long and slow. While it's coded Caution for specific content reasons, in my mind it also applies for diabetic-coma levels of sweet romance a la Don Lockwood. Yes, the characters' pronouns can be a little confusing if you're not used to them, but honestly it's no worse than for any other same-gender couple. And besides, that's the least of Dana and Jamie's worries.
Neither lead is based on anyone specific, but aside from the triplet thing, I've seen different aspects of them in teens I've known and worked with. If I'm honest with myself, my volunteer work with transkids was already tapering off when COVID-19 broke out and the pandemic simply made it easier to drop the group entirely, and I regret this. I am, at least, still in contact with a few intersex kids (separate group), with plans to participate more actively once things lift and we can meet in person again.
And in the meantime, I wrote this.