More Like Under the Bridge

Two tennis players face off in a tense match. But after the game, their rivalry simmers in the sauna. Listen in as they find a new way to try to best one another...

I was surprised when DeAndre offered to help me move — he’d always been the most elusive friend in the group. Packing up boxes together, he seemed to notice my every move. When I leaned hard against my crutches, he slid closer to me without making a big deal of it. I didn’t mind that he was watching me…I liked it.

During an intense game of discus throwing, Hyacinthus suffers an injury. Back at the Spartan palace, Apollo runs Hyacinthus a bath and tends to his wounds. The water runs deep and their feelings do too…

When mortals and gods mix, it often ends in peril. Apollo fears his attraction to Hyacinthus might incite the jealousy of the other gods. He vows that he won’t sleep with him again, but when they find themselves on an island alone together, it becomes impossible for him to keep his promise.

Apollo and Hyacinthus are spending a long summer afternoon together when Hyacinthus asks Apollo to teach him how to use his golden bow and arrow. They joke and jostle, until a simple touch sets off the attraction they’ve long held back.

An invite-only sex-positive costume party is exactly the escape Jasmine is looking for. As she's easing in, she stumbles upon a Hunter and Beast, and they put on a show for her eyes only.

Adrianne wasn't planning on staying at the hometown party for long. But when she runs into Zoe, her high school frenemy, the night unfolds in a way she never expected...

Friendship blossoms between Charlotte and Willa during their spring painting lessons. Their instructor is ornery and distracted, giving them many stolen moments to laugh and grow closer. Charlotte isn’t convinced that Willa is feeling what she’s feeling until a welcome inconvenience forces them to share a bedroom.

Emmy and I were fast friends, it always felt like we were on the same page. So when she invited me to her studio for a birthday massage, I wasn’t sure what to think. Was this my gift…or something else?

Kit and Anna have been friends for forever. Usually, they meet up once a week to watch bad TV and chill, but tonight something shifts. What starts as a friendly massage quickly takes their relationship to a whole new level.

On a trip to the salvage yard, Gerard and Olive try to keep their relationship discreet. There’s just one problem: they can’t keep their hands off each other.

In high school, Savannah and Cole were voted “most likely to get married.” But she never imagined they’d actually be together. So when they run into one another at their reunion, she’s surprised to find there’s a spark between them after all.

I’m so used to the gang of guys, all that banter, the buzzing razors. It’s strange in here when it’s empty, I wonder if it will feel different between us? I usually play it a bit coy, but it’s low stakes when there are lots of people round.

When Sparrow meets Patrick in her favorite bookshop, they get off to a less than ideal start. When she returns a few days later to find him reading a poem at an open mic night, she's taken, and when she finds out it's about her, all bets are off.

Bri's connection with Lorenza is undeniable, and it's all she can think about in bed with Wyatt that night. Is it possible Lorenza is feeling the same way...

On a chilly London night, Gia stands outside Jack's apartment, nervous about their reunion after months apart. Inside, they catch up over wine, the tension between them obvious. Jack shares his latest photography project, including a portrait inspired by Gia. As they discuss his work, their attempt at staying casual crumbles. One touch leads to another, and soon they're tangled on the couch, rediscovering their connection. In the aftermath, Jack snaps a photo of them together - a new memory to add to his collection. But as the night winds down, they're left wondering if this is just a London fling or something more.

At a summertime barn dance, Katie’s temper flares when her dance partner trash-talks Jesse. She storms outside and Jesse quickly follows her. She can’t stand how ostracized he is by the locals, but Jesse's just happy to be here with her.

Zoe and Adrianne go to a cabin weekend with their old friends from high school. Although Adrian asks that they keep their new relationship under wraps for now, she can’t resist Zoe’s magnetism, and sneaks into her room after everyone’s asleep.

The party Lorenza takes Bri to is like nothing she's ever seen before, and Lorenza is like no one she's ever been with. Later, in Lorenza's bed, Bri makes a call that neither of them saw coming...

Jack's fancy London fellowship comes with perks - like borrowing a secret garden for artistic purposes. When Gia shows up early to his photoshoot, she finds Jack setting up an unexpected picnic. As they trade conversation over strawberries and wine, the sexual tension from their past encounters reaches a breaking point. Soon, Gia's sundress becomes an impromptu restraint, and the garden trellis gets more action than it bargained for. But with Gia's flight home looming, their passionate rendezvous is tinged with the bittersweet taste of borrowed time.

When Gia falls asleep next to Jack, her dreams take a wild turn. In her fantasy, they're back at the bar where they first reconnected, and things get spicy quickly. But the real fun begins when Jack wakes Gia up, determined to hear every detail of her fantasy. As she recounts the story, Jack matches each revelation with his touch. Will Gia's real life reunion with Jack be even hotter than her dreams?

It's a summer heat wave, and Katie can’t sleep. But when Jesse shows up outside her window, he has the perfect idea for how they can cool off.

Katie and Jesse bump into each other at the bar in town again. But when her cousin shows up, Jesse knows just where they can escape to be alone.

Danny was always Margot’s biggest fan. When they reconnect over email he finally gets the chance to be with his favorite riot girl IRL.

I didn’t have the words for it back then, but I always felt a chemistry with June. So when I heard she was gonna be at a holiday party back home, I knew I had to go.

Abdul didn't really understand the open relationship thing, or so he said. But when Ben got up from our picnic blanket to stretch, I saw Abdul sit back and watch him, a tiny smile spreading across his face. When things started escalating, I realized that I just wanted to watch them.

I always knew Nat would make it big. She had that star power from the start. Or at least she had a power over me.

I’ve been checking him out for weeks, and tonight he’s the only other person to show up for our group run. We push each other, farther, faster, and when the run is over, I know I'm not ready to say goodbye.

When Leo invited me to the book signing, I was scared to commit. Like my 'yes' might set something in motion between us I couldn’t stop. But I found myself walking between the shelves that night, the familiar smell of crisp hardcovers and old wood floors washing over me.

I've fantasized about my friend Layla for months, and now she's standing in my kitchen. The energy between us has a nervous shimmer to it. I want to make her feel incredible, and I think that's exactly why she's here.

No one looks good in a chef's hat and chef's whites. It's just a fact. But I guess this guy operates outside the rules? I try to focus on the pile of carrots in front of me, but it's not easy.

My old roommate Caroline was always a mystery to me. When I moved out, I thought I’d never get the chance to figure her out. But New York heatwaves have a funny way of bringing people back together.

We both love Lana, but we're also the only two people not getting totally lit at this bachelorette. What should I even say to her? "Hi, I feel like I know you already, because I insta-stalk you all the time."

My friends had weighed in so much on my last relationship, it felt easier to keep things with Nick to myself. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but slowly he became my fun little secret.

To have my hands on her again, a streak from the pottery wheel smudged on her thigh, is heaven. To see him after all these years, smelling like clay and old memories, brings it all right back.

I see her across the tent as soon as I get there. If my life were a movie, everyone else’s faces would be blurred except hers. It's been five years since that sophomore year, and it still feels like I’m constantly aware of where she is in a room.

Ever since she moved into the building a few months ago, I've been looking for an excuse to hang out with her. I honestly still don't know if I want to be her, or if I want to date her.

They leaned across the table at Cooper's dinner party last week and told me they were an occultist. I immediately knew I needed a reading. Now I see Sam's name lighting up my phone, and swallow.

I said I'd shoot his headshots as a favor to a friend. But I'm thinking I need to re-evaluate my generosity. He walks into my studio in blue jeans, scuffed white sneakers, and a black v-neck. Ok, he’s pretty. And once I have him in front of the lens, I'm flooded with memories.

I'd seen William in movies, but in person he was even more captivating. So when he gave me a ticket to his show, I didn’t ask for a second one. I didn’t tell him I had a boyfriend…I didn't want him to know.

When I was working on set for that TV show, nothing could distract me. I thought I was too focused to be starstruck, but then I met Chloe...

He got security to put me in the front row right up against the metal barrier. I've always been turned on by music, pretending I'm the women in the songs I listen to. It's one of the reasons why I can't help but relive that night at Bonnaroo over and over, even in bed with someone else.

It's after midnight and I'm one of the few stragglers still at the library. I get jolted out of a daydream by...Matt. So I'm not the only one here on a Friday night.

I switch on the table lamp, stand back. Too bright? No, it looks better. She’ll be home any second, and I’ll be sitting here on the sofa on my phone. I’ll look up slowly when she walks in, as if I haven’t been waiting for her.

Mornings at the dog park are my favorite time, there’s an unspoken rule that there’s no talking before coffee. But this dog’s cute owner has me rethinking that…

A writers' retreat was the perfect antidote to my post-breakup restlessness: hours of silence, endless nature, and an anonymous love note pinned to my door.

When she told me she didn’t want to sleep together on the first date, I was surprised. But if she wanted to wait…I could wait. I’d do whatever she asked.

I caught my reflection in the mirror above the bar. When I turned my head to muss up my hair, my eyes caught on something else…Joanne. I always thought she was cute, but I couldn’t do anything about it when I worked for her.

It’s not weird for me to fall a little bit in love with a different stranger every day. My new hot neighbor, or a woman on the subway. But I have a soft spot for baristas. I think the fantasies are mostly fueled by caffeine. Except with Eli. Eli was real.

He reaches across the small space between us and takes my hand. I feel a pang in my stomach when I think of how little time we have left together. A few hours?