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CHAPTER 1
CAROLINE
Six weeks ago…
“Stop playing with your hair. It makes you look like you’re five years old and walking into your first day of kindergarten.” Leilani gives me a side-eye while taking a delicate sip from her Solo cup.
I scrunch my face at her, then force my fingers to thread together so I’m not tempted to wrap another curl around my pointer finger.
She’s right. Playing with my hair makes me look nervous.
Which is exactly what I am, because holy shit, Casey Pierce just walked into this sorority party, and I’ve never been this close to him before. I didn’t even know Nolan U Cougars came to these types of things!
Or maybe I did, because I squished my body into this blue dress that feels more like cling wrap than fabric.
I adjust my boobs and get a quick hand slap from Leilani, who sighs and swivels to block my view of the sexiest man on Earth.
“Okay, stop. You need to take a breath.” Her big brown eyes are stern but can’t hide that underlying kindness that makes up the vast majority of Leilani Iona’s heart.
When I first met my roommate, I was worried that her pristine side of our dorm room and her overly formal handshake greeting were bad omens that spelled out four painful years of college dorm life with an uptight control freak.
But it only took a dinner, a breakfast, one instance of me getting completely lost, and the whole “red-pants, unexpected period” situation for me to realize that Lani’s insides are made of cotton candy, rainbows, and mama bear instincts that rival Molly Weasley’s. All that stuff is just hidden beneath a well-manicured, perfectly constructed, take-no-shit exterior.
“He’s just a guy.”
“He’s not just a guy, Lani,” I huff. “He’s Casey Pierce. He’s one of the best offensive players in the NCAA. He’s scored twenty-one goals so far this season, not to mention all his assists. Do you have any idea how dangerous he is in the slot?”
“No.” Lani’s expression is drier than the Sahara. “I don’t even know what the slot is.”
“Okay, well it’s?—”
“And I don’t need to know,” she mumbles, looking over her shoulder and eyeing up my personal sex dream. “I don’t get it. The guy’s more ink than skin. I guess his smile’s kinda cute, but?—”
“Kinda cute? Are you kidding me?” I bulge my eyes at her. “Are we looking at the same guy right now?”
She sighs and swivels back to face me. “The tall walking tattoo parlor with the cheesy grin who looks like he’s never been introduced to a hairbrush?”
“That’s the one.” My insides dance as I ignore Lani’s sarcasm and peek around her shoulder to drink him in.
He’s standing with his hockey bros, scoping out the party.
I love his dirty-blond hair with its wayward, floppy spikes that don’t know if they’re coming or going. The messy look works for him.
“Seriously, Lani, he’s like an orgasm just waiting to happen, you know?” I bite my glossy lip. “And it’s not just that he’s red hot and I want to lick every tattoo on his body…”
“Ew.”
“But he also seems like a really nice guy. He’s always smiling and congratulating his team. Laughing and making people around him laugh too. I bet he’s sweet as apple pie.”
“I’ve heard he’s a total man slut.”
“Which means he must be scorching in the bedroom, amiright?” I wiggle my eyebrows at her.
She finally gives in with a snorting giggle. “You have got it so bad.”
“So bad.” I shift so I can get a better view of him. My pussy is practically weeping knowing how close he is.
And yet how far away.
